Akira Kurosawa's final effort is plainly not one of his better ones: simple, spare, slow, sentimental. And there is something slightly embarrassing about seeing so much adulation heaped from one old master onto another -- from one sensei onto another -- from Kurosawa, that is, onto his central character, a retired teacher whose coterie of disciples will laugh in unison at any vacuity out of his mouth. There's a constant danger, to be more exact, of thinking that Kurosawa was making a movie about none other than himself. With Tatsuo Matsumura. (1993) — Duncan Shepherd
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