I'm sorry, but is anyone else as obsessed with this film as I am?
I saw this on Netflix a long while ago and read the blurb. Though I was intrigued right away, I never seemed to be in the mood. Then I finally made the mistake of watching it, and noticed that I couldn't watch it just once. I had to watch it a few times in a row. I noticed this happens every time I sit down to watch it. I can never watch it just one time. Some commenters on Netflix called it a "silly" movie that you'll love anyway, but I'm like...is it? The story is quite richly layered.
Apparently, some soulless idiot warlord thinks it's a genius idea to sell 48 parts of his unborn son to 48 demons in exchange for the power to conquer the world. You know...as though nothing could go wrong with that scenario.
As you can guess, everything goes wrong (but I won't go into all of that). The child is born, still alive, still somehow functioning, which his mother later deems karmic justice. While the warlord, Daigo Kagemitsu, wants to kill the little "monster", his wife Yuri intervenes and sends him down the river in a basket.
A shaman finds the strange little baby, takes him in, and raises him as his own. Using magic and alchemy, he creates body parts for the child, teaching him to walk, talk, and fight. A traveling blind musician stops by and bonds with the shaman and his strange little son, and giving them a blade called "Hyakkimaru" which can slay demons.
The child grows up to become a demon hunter actually called Hyakkimaru, and for every demon he kills, he regains a body part. And this is where things get interesting (for me, anyway): each body part gives Hyakkimaru new insight, and actor Tsumabuki displays this slow growth quite beautifully.
To me, Dororo represents the ideal B-Movie. It's well-written, wonderfully filmed, and perfectly scored. The cast is flawless (obviously), for after seeing Satoshi Tsumabuki in this role, I shudder to think of anyone else taking it on. The film deftly blends sci-fi with comedy and horror elements, and pulls the nostalgic strings by evoking the feel of films from the Seventies and Eighties.
Not to mention the soundtrack, at times, can melt a heart of stone.
And don't get me started on all the pretty: