Cast: Rain, Sung Kang, Randall Duk Kim, Jonathan Chan-Pensley, Yuki Iwamoto, III-Young Kim, Ben Miles, Naomie Harris; Director: James McTeigue; Producers: Grant Hill, Joel Silver, Andy Wachowski, Larry Wachowski; Screenwriters: Matthew Sand, J. Michael Straczynski; Music: Ilan Eshkeri; Editor: Gian Ganziano, Joseph Jett Sally; Genre: Action/ Crime/ Drama/ Thriller; Cinematography: Karl Walter Lindenlaub; Distributor: Warner Bros. Pictures; Location: Berlin, Germany; Running Time: 99 min.;Technical Assessment: 3.5
Moral Assessment: 2
CINEMA Rating: For viewers 14 and above
Lord Ozunu (Sho Kosugi) is master of a secret society that abducts children, adopts orphans and then raises them to become ninja assassins. One of the orphans trained from childhood is Raizo (Rain), groomed by Lord Ozunu (Sho Kosugi) to become his successor, and favored over his own son Takeshi (Rick Yune). Raizo manages to escape the isolated training camp when his sweetheart, a fellow trainee, is ordered killed by Lord Ozunu as she is caught one rainy night while attempting to escape. Soon a fugitive in Europe, Raizo crosses paths in Berlin with Mika Coretti (Naomi Harris), a Europol agent who traces a link between the Ozunu and recent political assassinations. In hot pursuit of Raizo, the Ninja assassins move West, marking for assassination Mika and everyone else involved in the Europol investigation. Raizo manages to escape the Ninja assassins while protecting Mika from the same, but the long and bloody trail of dead bodies finally leads to a confrontation between Raizo and Ozunu and Takeshi.
Ninja fans would perhaps go for the action here, finely choreographed combat scenes that spill blood at every twist, kick, chop and turn. The story is of revenge, flimsy and implausible, and certainly possesses no motive that would ever justify the body count—that is, if the viewer can even keep track. If you are sensitive, you might wince at certain scenes, as when a very young boy is whipped mercilessly with nary a whimper allowed to express his pain. Beastly! You might also tend to duck in your seat when those double-edged, four-point star-shaped blades virtually whiz past you to decapitate or mutilate human beings. The fight scenes, though, are rather dark—to minimize the revolting visual violence?—but what the eyes cannot see, the ears can hear in the superbly engineered sound design: guns bursting, chains, swords and other deadly metal gadgets clashing, immersing the audience in all in the name of revenge.
99 minutes of unadulterated murder and bloodletting can weary even the most insensitive viewer. Telling ourselves the fight scenes are only dance steps—and the blood only ketchup—we endured it to the finish in order to give it Ninja Assassins fair judgment. But we also found ourselves wondering if people that inhuman could really exist—kidnapping or adopting orphans and raising them into ogres. It reminded us of photographs circulating in the net of 8-year old boys armed with assault rifles and programmed to hate humanity and kill half of it. One thing we have learned from CINEMA’s nine-year existence is: if some movies are not to your liking—like slapstick, stupid horror flicks and this bloody thing—you can still get your money’s worth if you let them lead you into closely examining the human condition. All movies—from corn to porn—reflect reality somehow, reality outside or inside our minds, and being aware of the sickness in reality could provide us with the impetus to work for its healing. Meanwhile, be warned: the carnage in Ninja Assassins is enough to make burgers to feed America for a day. Pass the ketchup, please.
