The Last Samurai

   

Previous Page

 

loyalty is another aspect to which i pay my respect.  they have their honor and duty to fulfill and is generous enough to respect the honors of others, even in time of their deaths.  when omura ordered his troops to fire towards the dying samurais, the officer refused.  to refuse an order from the commander is the most disloyal thing to do, and yet, it is the proudest and the most moving act.

 

when katsumoto was dying, he found his absolute peace.  he even used the word  “perfect” to describe his own death. “they are all perfect.” was his last words when he saw the blossoms over algren’s shoulder.  (see explanatory passage below.)  so it was inner peace he seeked.  interestingly, that relateds to the words of graham, which when referring to algren, wrote that he “found at last some small measure of peace that we all seek, but few of us ever find.

 

one little thing that fails to convince me as i watched the movie is that katsumoto spoke in english when he was dying.  how can a person speak another language other than his mother tongue on the verge of death?  and we never knew as to why he was able to speak in english in the first place.  it was never explained in the movie (or did i skipped it somewhere?).  however, after reading the script, (i don’t know how i squeezed out so much time) it was explained that every member of the council need to learn english.  well, that kinda explains it.

 

a beautiful passage, narrated by algren, reminded me of another scence from another movie.  for so long now, i have managed to convince myself that there was nothing worth believing in.  certainly nothing worth dying for.  now I’m not so sure.  and so, for the first time in my life, i am truly afraid.  not of dying.  but of losing something worth living for.  it reminded me of a song from “fiddler on the roof” called “now i have everything”.  despite the joyous tune and spirit behind this song, it unveils the same message: one needs something to live for, more so than something to die for.

 

i would like to end this long long moview with the following clip from the script, which is only partially shown on the big screen.  hopefully this will clear up some puzzles referring to the blossoms, and complete the whole “perfect” picture.

 

katsumoto:  a perfect blossom is a rare thing.  you could spend your life looking for one and it would not be a wasted life.

katsumoto:  before you were a soldier, you were a farmer.

algren:  what does that have to do with anything?

katsumoto:  you lived on a farm.  or in a forest of trees.

algren:  how do you know?

katsumoto:  the way you look at the cherry blossoms.

algren:  (reluctantly)  we lived in a place called connecticut. my...brother and I climbed the maple trees.

katsumoto:  were they beautiful?

algren:  yes.

katsumoto:  and you were sad to see them die in the winter.

a beat. something flickers in algren’s eyes.

katsumoto:  you were something before you were a soldier. you were a boy who was sad to see the leaves fall and the trees die.

katsumoto looks at him deeply.

katsumoto:  like those trees, we are all dying. the future is an illusion, our plans are an illusion, our fears an illusion.  we live life in every breath.  every cup of tea. every word we write. every blossom we hold.

he smiles sadly.

katsumoto:  every life we take. 

a beat. he stands, takes in the beautiful cherry orchard.

katsumoto:  life in every breath. that is bushido. the way of the samurai.

 

so the film title “last samuria” refers to katsumoto, not algren.  hope that sounds less ironic to cal.