Film

Branded to Kill

Name: Branded to Kill
Genre: Thriller, Crime, Action
Released: 1967
Cast: Joe Shishido, Kōji Nanbara, Isao Tamagawa, Annu Mari, Mariko Ogawa

Branded to Kill is Seijun Suzuki's gloriously deranged riff on yakuza noir — the film so defiantly incomprehensible it got him fired from his own studio. It follows Japan's third-ranked hitman as his life unravels after one botched job, but plot is barely the point: this is cinema as fever dream, all jazz, sex, rice-cooker fetish, and images that refuse to resolve into sense. For anyone who wants style over story.

TMDb rating

7.2

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