Film

Harakiri

Name: Harakiri
Genre: Action, Drama, History
Released: 1962
Cast: Tatsuya Nakadai, Akira Ishihama, Shima Iwashita, Tetsuro Tamba, Masao Mishima

Kobayashi's ronin drama opens as a quiet plea for dignity and slowly reveals itself as a demolition of the samurai code itself. Told largely through flashback, it moves at the pace of a held breath — formal, controlled, quietly furious — before erupting into one of cinema's great final reckonings. For anyone who thinks 'slow' and 'devastating' aren't mutually exclusive.

TMDb rating

8.5

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