silentridge12
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I split this 207-minute movie into three parts over three days.
Day 1:
Grass tea, pizza, pudding, and three joints.
I was so relaxed that I just
fell in love with every single frame of this black-and-white Japanese masterpiece.
For instance, when the samurai told the young girl
that dreams and desires don't actually come true—you just grow old, turn gray, and
life passes you by—I barely had time to wipe away my tears thinking about how
beautiful it is to respect our elders, our grandparents, and all those people who
endured absolute hell and hardship just so we could sit here today and adjust the volume
on a remote control. I lit up another joint to keep enjoying the hunt for
the samurai and his ultimate plan.
Impressions: excellent. Honestly, I wanted the movie to be at least four and a half hours long instead of just three and a half.
Day 2:
Just two joints and some coffee.
I continued my journey through medieval Japan, following the most interesting
characters and watching the interplay of their temperaments, instincts, knowledge, and general bullshit.
It made me feel grateful for every scrap of food I have, realizing that
people are just people; there’s no point in hating them. They do what they know how to do, and nothing matters
if knowledge isn't used for good. You don't even need religion to keep someone in line;
fear is enough. There were such fascinating philosophical discussions—like how a conversation can resolve an issue before violence does.
My only frustration was that I almost watched the whole thing in one sitting, but I forced myself to stay disciplined.
Day 3:
Four joints. Turns out four is a symbol of death for the Japanese, which makes sense since that's exactly how many samurai died.
Some local sausage, cheese, 200g of chocolate, walnuts, and honey.
Die like a man, the samurai way. Pure bliss—it was practically an orgasm, maybe because of the walnuts and honey, but
when the peasants turned out to be invincible and the fact that the land feeds us and rewards those who protect it hit home...
Native Americans are the exception, obviously, but samurai serve the people. Everything clicked. After the strategy and
the fighting, I walked away satisfied, acknowledging the truth that we are simply what we are. What's the point
if we don't know how to be happy?