By AIMEE MURILLO
By STEPHANIE ZACHAREK
By MATT COKER
By AIMEE MURILLO
By AMY NICHOLSON
By JONATHAN KIEFER
By INKOO KANG
Edward Zwick's The Last Samurai is Dances With Wolves—or A Man Called Horse—transplanted to Meiji Restoration Japan, with noble samurai substituted for noble savages. Its central idea is that the modernization of Japan was akin to the taming of the American West, and, to make sure we get the point, the movie gives us Nathan Algren (Tom Cruise), a Civil War hero who later fought at Little Bighorn, but was more traumatized by what he saw his country doing to its indigenous people than he was by Custer's defeat. At the invitation of a former commanding officer, the now-dissolute Algren, working as a sideshow pitchman for Winchester ("the gun that's winning the West"), is presented with an unexpected choice: He can travel to Japan as part of an American contingent charged with training that country's first modern army (one that uses modern firearms in place of sword and arrow), or he can stay in America, living out his days in a state of drunken remorse. In other words, not really a choice at all.
Here, then, is the Japan of 1876, two decades after Commodore Perry first opened the country to the West and nine years after the enthronement of the 15-year-old Emperor Meiji—a Japan primed to take its place on the global stage following two centuries of self-imposed isolation. Under the new government, all remaining vestiges of feudalism are being quickly eradicated from the land, resulting in particular hardship for the 2 million samurai stripped of their generous hereditary stipends and estates. There are psychological indignities as well—edicts commanding samurai to cut their hair in Western styles and to cease wearing swords—and for some, it is simply too much to bear. One such samurai is the renegade Katsumoto (Ken Watanabe), who helped to bring about the new Japan but now feels betrayed by its rapid Westernization. As "a hero to those who honor the old ways," he has turned reluctant leader of an armed rebellion.
Algren is training the very soldiers intent upon stopping Katsumoto in his tracks. But when the two armies first clash, in a foggy forest out of which Katsumoto's warriors materialize like shadow soldiers on ghost horses, the ill-prepared garrison is decimated and a badly wounded Algren taken prisoner. Having slain Katsumoto's brother-in-law on the battlefield, Algren seems a likely candidate for execution. Fortunately for him, the captor takes a liking to his captive—we're supposed to believe that the two men recognized something in each other on the battlefield, a shared ethic—and allows him to be nursed back to health (by his own widowed sister!). In short order, a downright cuddly friendship ensues between the two nominal enemies. Conveniently, Katsumoto speaks fluent English, enabling him and Algren to engage in a series of philosophical discussions about the nature of man and the makings of modern warfare. The American tells the samurai about Custer's disreputable Last Stand—contrasting it with that of the 300 Spartans at Thermopylae—while the samurai introduces the American to his warrior code and to some handy Japanese phrases. (Watanabe, for his part, plays these corny scenes with such commanding, regal bemusement that we expect to hear him say "Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera." ) Before long, the two will find themselves fighting side by side.
There was, in fact, a real samurai uprising—or, more specifically, a series of mini-uprisings—during the years depicted by The Last Samurai. The movie's Katsumoto is a fictionalized rendering of Saigo Takamori, the former interior minister who spent four years in exile training his own counter-military force, only to be felled in the Satsuma revolt of 1877. Algren, while completely invented, seems at least distantly related to the Civil War captain Leroy Lansing Janes, a missionary who led a revolt of his own—a Christian one—in Japan during these years, earning the nickname "the American Samurai." But the only history that bears a real influence on The Last Samurai is the history of Hollywood moviemaking, and the unfortunate way it has of turning extraordinary stories into hopelessly ordinary ones. Zwick has been down this road before; with Glory(1989), he showed us black troops fighting for the Union during the Civil War through the eyes—and for the edification—of yet another young white officer.
And yet, Glory was affecting in ways that evade The Last Samurai; for all its unthreatening dramatic choices, it resonated with authentic experience, and the scenes given entirely over to the black soldiers were vibrant and touching. Here, Zwick and his co-writers (Marshall Herskovitz and John Logan) put authenticity on the back burner while cooking up all sorts of analogies and metaphors that probably sounded better on paper than they play onscreen. The point that the samurai are like the Indians (and that by joining their fight Algren can somehow redeem himself for his past trespasses) is made ad infinitum—even though it's not a particularly convincing point to begin with. The Indians, after all, were a native people eliminated or forcibly corralled onto reservations accounting for a fraction of the land that they once called their own, whereas the samurai were merely a privileged social class unsettled by political changes that stripped them of their power and influence. And while Western encroachment on Japanese interests was undeniably responsible for accelerating Japanese cultural reforms, the movie's perpetual finger-shaking at the U.S. comes across as a bit naive, even—given the prevailing winds in U.S. foreign policy—opportunistic. (As Zwick has it, the sole reason for the suppression of Katsumoto's rebellion—and, by extension, the suppression of the real Japanese samurai rebellions—is Japan's interest in furthering its trade relations with America.)
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