And that explains also why, under its beauty, its lush production values and its superficial spell of enchantment, the basic product feels lame and thin, wan and stale. It's wannabe-ism on a multimillion-dollar scale, with an icon of Japanese culture somehow crudely penetrated by an interloper and turned inside out. Movies set in Japanese history should not be about handsome white people. It just feels wrong and, in the end, ｌeaves in your mouth the taste of desecration.
