Zatoichi
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Zato #10 – Zatoichi’s Revenge
If I had time to watch a Zato, it might be this one. My tube time is currently divided between Baby Signing Time, Your Baby Can Sign, The Wiggles, Mickey Mouse (Motherfrakkin’) Clubhouse, Yo Gabba Gabba, and specially selected Sesame Street Episodes. I’ve found that many children’s shows/series get progressively worse with each season they are continued. Yo Gabba is the best example of this, but not the only one. Sesame Street followed this pattern for decades, until they started doing genius musical episodes again.
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Zato #9 – Adventures of Zatoichi
In a sense, I’ve been employing a Zatoichi of my own here. The baby in Nam’s belly is a week bigger than normal, and Nam feels very heavy, so she goes to get massages 2 or 3 times a week now. I also went last week after my fever, because my shoulders were all bunched up and I couldn’t sleep. The masseuse is a blind man named Moh Ken (“Moh” is an honorific for doctors and other health practitioners). Moh Ken is a funny sorta guy; he doesn’t carry a cane sword, but he’s strong as hell from massaging people all day. When he massaged my shoulders, I was very…
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Zato #8 – Fight, Zatoichi, Fight!
All previous Zatoichi posts
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Zato #7 – Zatoichi’s Flashing Sword
All previous Zatoichi posts
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Zatoichi #6
I don’t even have time to watch Zato anymore, but I love these graphics and wanted to continue from where I left off a couple years ago in Japan. All my previous Zatoichi posts.
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Zato #5
Katsu doing the gas face.
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Zatoichi #1
I suddenly realize that in my quest to post all of the Zatoichi jackets, I have been negligent: I left out #1! Bust a move, Katsu!
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Zatoichi #4
Real men wear haramaki (to literally hold their guts in if they get slashed).
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Zato #3
I’ve been delinquent in my Zatoichi viewing. I will finish them all before I leave, however. Katsu Shintaro embodies so much of what is lost in modern Japan. And that is of course what makes these movies so cool.
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Zato #2
I’d review it, but why bother? Opinions on chambara are fairly polarized; when a chambara swordfight flashes by as you flip through channels late at night, either you stop and watch somebody slice through 30 opponents in front of a tea shop, or you don’t.
