Zatoichi, ostensibly a blind wandering masseur, is actually a roving rogue samurai with a brief for righting wrongs on behalf of the downtrodden and underprivileged, a kind of Tonto-less Japanese Lone Ranger, only with a sword instead of silver bullets. He is helped in this mission by the fact that, no matter how many men the bad guys send against him, Zatoichi can slice 'em up quicker than the Head Chef at the Savoy can chop a carrot.
I'm afraid that is pretty much all you get for a plot, and you can forget characterisation as well. No, what you have here is a) a situation visited at some length on earlier films, TV etc. (apparently - I haven't seen any of them), b) a current take on on same, and c) action. Oh, and d) blood.
The action is, I suppose, moderately well choreographed: I'm no expert so I must bow to the expertise of others (I must say that I've seen other martial arts films where I have felt they were better choreographed than this one). And you get blood. Lots and lots of it, jetting about in highly stylised and unrealistic CGI blobs and slurps and gobbets.
Sadly, Zatoichi wasn't really my thing.
I'm afraid that is pretty much all you get for a plot, and you can forget characterisation as well. No, what you have here is a) a situation visited at some length on earlier films, TV etc. (apparently - I haven't seen any of them), b) a current take on on same, and c) action. Oh, and d) blood.
The action is, I suppose, moderately well choreographed: I'm no expert so I must bow to the expertise of others (I must say that I've seen other martial arts films where I have felt they were better choreographed than this one). And you get blood. Lots and lots of it, jetting about in highly stylised and unrealistic CGI blobs and slurps and gobbets.
Sadly, Zatoichi wasn't really my thing.