Ninja Assassin is the first martial arts film I've enjoyed in eons. I kind of grew out of karate type movies when I was 12 or 13, then after I encountered the beating of my life (at about 16 or 17 years), I totally distanced myself from all kinds of violence on TV. There is something to be said about physical fitness thru martial arts, however, and just a couple years ago I pondered the idea of enlisting myself in a class. That idea never panned out for me, however, and the ultimate goal of wanting to learn MBC
as a form of defensive protection against muggers and bullies kind of evaporated. I'm still interested, but from what I've learned researching the subject, it's one of the forms of self defense that is illegal in this country (city).
This movie is awesome for people who have a love for weaponry. I don't have to tell you that the special effects depicting gore is done with a professional instinct. It's like the martial arts movie genre has declared war against the zombie movies. The thing I couldn't help notice about the killing sprees that take place in the story is how different two classes of organizations go about doing their killing. On the one hand, the Ninja gets down and dirty to the point of seeming barbaric and beastly only because they're so much closer to their victims physically than the gun wielding secret police. This film truly succeeds in bringing the sharp shooter soldier under the light of femininity in that guns distance victim from killer so that one's hands don't get filthy in blood. Blood being toxic with the multitude of cancers, that isn't such a bad thing. However, what if the discipline of being Ninja also came with developing an immunity to such contaminants?
I was following the first ten minutes of the film carefully so as to identify the catalyst.
Around eight minutes into the film, Mika and Maslow have their office scene where they are discussing the urban legend of the Ninja. Mika is a forensic specialist who delves into the subject to a point that her suspicions bring her to present her case to her supervisor. She makes a pretty good case and I wish I had a recording device to replay the dialog between them as the monetary aspect of her theory of conspiracy and assassination seems like the best part of the film. There's nothing like bringing realism to the phoney baloney of CGI bloodletting. The more real a screenwriter can present a story about bloody massacres, the more I know I'll enjoy thinking whether or not it can all be possible.