THREE OUTLAW SAMURAI (Shochiku, 1964)

Sanbiki no samurai 

D: Hideo Gosha. P: Ginichi Kashimoto, Tetsuro Tanba. W: Keiichi Abe, Hideo Gosha, Ginichi Kashimoto, Eizaburo Shiba. Ph: Tadashi Sakai. M: Toshiaki Tsushima. St: Tetsuro Tamba (Sakon Shiba), Isamu Nagato (Kyojuro Sakura), Mikijiro Hira (Einosuke Kikyo), Miyuki Kuwano (Aya), Yoshiko Kayama (Oyasu)
 
 
Evidence that spin-offs from successful television series needn’t necessarily be pale shadows, this handsomely crafted chambara, produced during the genre’s commercial peak, stands proud in a congested field. Gosha’s feature debut confirmed what the series suggested: that here was a director of technical proficiency and sharp focus – worthy, in time, of measurement against the best of Japan’s commercial directors.



The most renowned of these internationally, of course, certainly in the area of jidaigeki, was Kurosawa, and his influence is apparent throughout Three Outlaw Samurai, from the basic setup of swordsmen defending farmers to the Sanjuro-like demeanour of the titular antiheroes. Much as the best works of, say, Ford and Leone were perfect distillations of generic material, so Kurosawa and the most talented of his compatriots refined plot elements widespread in samurai fiction. Besides fixating on the internal conflict between giri (obligation to one’s clan or masters) and ninjo (conscience) that constantly rages in chambara protagonists, filmmakers in the Sixties embarked on “a genuine exploration of the social aberrations of Japan’s long feudal history”.[i] A broad analogy can be drawn with the era’s revisionist American westerns.
 
 
Gosha’s meditations on this theme were suffused with cynicism, although his early films are more digestible (and faster paced, a legacy of his TV training) than his decade-ending masterpieces, Goyokin and Tenchu, with their acrid tang. Here, chambara stalwart Tetsuro Tamba plays Shiba, a ronin who combines the integrity of Kanbei in Seven Samurai with the sardonicism of Sanjuro in Yojimbo. Like all Gosha’s protagonists he is a rebel; we don’t know why Shiba has rejected his feudal masters – implicitly, he cannot reconcile giri with ninjo – but his actions on behalf of peasants in their dispute with a haughty magistrate speak louder than words. A fellow “vagabond”, the scruffy spearman Sakura, takes Shiba’s side partly because, like Kikuchiyo in Seven Samurai and the peasants here, he is of farming stock. The remaining member of the triumvirate, Kikyo, at first holds aloof – “I’ll see which way the wind blows.” Employed by the magistrate as an enforcer, he declares that, “Fighting farmers is a waste of my skill,” and eventually comes to Shiba’s aid, recognising a stray dog of his own breed.
 
 
Gosha plays confidently and humorously with genre iconography, beginning with the appearance of an actual stray dog in the title sequence, which follows Shiba to the mill where he discovers three peasants are holding the magistrate’s daughter hostage – in exchange, they hope, for better conditions. Shiba scoffs at their naivety. (The image of the dog may be a quotation from Yojimbo, but the intimation of man’s feral nature is another of Gosha’s hallmarks: explicitly in Samurai Wolf and Sword of the Beast, more obliquely in Goyokin and Tenchu.)  

One of the film’s pleasures is watching the central trio sizing each other up before applying their senses to the situation at hand, weighing the relative benefits of involvement or detachment, of remaining stray or forming a pack. Shiba’s air of amused disinterest gives way fairly early to bruised nobility, befitting Tamba’s authoritative bearing. His offer to take 100 lashes in exchange for the peasants’ pardon seems entirely plausible, as does his outrage when the magistrate – a member of the samurai class whose vow, we are told, “cannot be broken” – reneges on the deal. As the nonchalant Kikyo, Hira manifests a healthy disdain for authority that makes his volte-face explicable, while Nagato elicits laughter and empathy as Sakura, a man in thrall to his emotions. Sakura’s remorse when he inadvertently kills a farmer is compounded when he falls for the widow, before his conscience guides him back to his comrades for the final showdown. 
 
 
As an examination of masculine mores this ranks alongside the pithiest action films of the Sixties, but Gosha also considered the role of women in a male-dominated society worthy of attention and respect: in a gruelling scene, Oyasu, a peasant’s daughter, held as a bargaining chip by the villains, kills herself to weaken their position; Aya, the magistrate’s girl, experiences an epiphany, her eyes newly open to injustice – “I don’t see things like before; not my father, not the world.” It is a bitter irony that examples like Oyasu’s fail to embolden the peasants en masse, complicit as they are, in Shiba’s view, in their own continued misery. Gosha finds few reasons for optimism in a rigidly hierarchical system. 

The director’s craftsmanship complements the verve of the storytelling. Well-balanced shots make full use of the frame, often staged in depth and imbued with rich tonal contrasts by Sakai’s superb monochrome photography. The flurries of violent action are visceral, with ritualistic posing kept to a minimum.
 
 
Gosha’s maverick heroes end the film poised for further adventures. There were no sequels, but the director in his remaining chambara continued the fight against corruption and oppression, extended his critique of the vaunted samurai code. In the process, he became arguably “the first director working in the genre to define a profound and consistent world view”.[ii]
Kevin Grant
 
[i] Alain Silver, The Samurai Film (Overlook, 2005)
[ii] Ibid



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