Il kimono scarlatto

Not like I want to lecture all of you...but this film does a bit more than it's being given credit for. In fact, it engages with the nature of image and illusion and its relation to reality. Maybe it doesn't do this in the profoundest of ways, but this is as proper a subject for film-making as can be. Hitchcock's Rear Window is the obvious masterpiece in this respect, but if you take your attention (or "gaze" if you prefer) off of the story or the genre of this film for a second, you can't avoid the fact that every scene has this at its core. The film is filled with Westerners who have a fixation or fascination with otherness as represented, in this case, by "orientalism". They are experts in Asian art and martial arts; they are infusing their work and life with exoticism.They have a curatorial approach to life; they are voyeurs, to some degree. Painters and painting - imagemaking - plays a key role in the film.The Japanese - American (Nisei) detective Joe attempts to bridge the gap that exists between himself and Christine through a tongue-tied analysis of what is missing in her canvas - what is visible by its absence. He also attempts to figure out whether his thinking is more "Asian" or "American" in its nature. This is symbolized by his playing a Japanese folk song on the most Western of instruments, the well-tempered piano. He sees himself as a hybrid. He is aware of the fact that he sees the world through a combination of several possible filters. The line "You only saw what you wanted to see" has key significance in this film,underscoring as it does several key scenes. By the use of the word "you", it also implicates the VIEWER of the film. The viewer of a film only sees what he/she wants to see: notice, for example, how this whole aspect of this film, which I consider essential, has gone unmentioned in all the other commentaries! Joe wants Christine to see him for himself, fearful of her taking the curatorial or voyeuristic approach to their interracial relationship - Deleuze's famous line "when you are lost in the dream of the other, you are screwed" comes to mind - and yet Joe forgets that he sees HIMSELF as fragmented, made up of parts.

The stripper's dying in the street is accompanied by raucous stripper music and is immediately contrasted with her lascivious life-size representation above the marquee. The life force and escapism represented there is contrasted with the funky facts of life and death. Her manager's description of the Asian - influenced act which she was planning uses the language of aesthetics to describe a piece of cutting-edge trash much as the film we are watching operates both on the level of a program-filling potboiler and an examination of personal tropes. All this having been said, I will admit that, having recently re-seen Pickup On South Street, I was a bit spoiled by the earlier film. Neither Glenn Corbett nor Victoria Shaw seem to inhabit their roles adequately enough. I understand that Fuller films are not about "acting" per se, but still...And Sam Leavitt is no Joe McDonald (cinematography). I loved the denouement's taking place within the fast-moving Nisei parade, but this is a real Wells (Lady from Shanghai) via Hitchcock (39 Steps) moment. And they both did it better, for what it's worth. Still, I love Fuller and his vision. I am glad his work now receives serious attention although paradoxically, like a true example of Heisenberg's principle, such work seems to function much better outside of the self-conscious, self-reflexive world of "art". Fuller is like Anna Lee's character Mac: he can only paint his epic masterpieces in the back room of a sleazy bar.

For a long while, this seemed like it was going to be one of Sam Fuller's best movies. The direction is great and the story and characters interesting. Unfortunately, it gets bogged down by a silly love triangle plot and starts to fall apart a bit. It is interesting that the romance in question is an interracial one - it was actually the selling point of the movie if you look at the poster! - but it never really works. The film follows two detectives in L.A., Glenn Corbett and James Shigeta, who are investigating the case of a slain stripper. One of their leads is a painting of the girl in a crimson kimono, done by an artist named Chris. They quickly discover that Chris is actually a woman (Victoria Shaw), and she helps them with their case. Corbett immediately takes a liking to her, and she returns his affection at first. But after an afternoon spent hanging out with Shigeta, she's in love with him. This is quite daring, but then the film starts to focus on nothing but the romantic entanglement for the last third of the film. About five minutes before the end, it feels like Fuller snaps out of it and says, "Crap, we forgot about the plot!" and throws together a reasonably satisfying finale. It's definitely a good film, though, when all is said and done.

What a film! A tender-hearted love story from Sam Fuller. It may look like a detective movie but it's just a cover to disguise a really well told and well acted tale about two cops who love the same woman. You'll see very real characters who feel real emotions - "Honest, dirty, jealousy," to paraphrase.

Wonderful use of JAPANtown, in downtown Los Angeles, and a good L.A. movie in general. Make note of this real interracial relationship movie from 1959. You gotta see it.

When stripper Sugar Torch disturbs a murder in her dressing room she is chased into the street and gunned down by an unknown assailant. Detectives Charlie Bancroft and Joe Kojaku investigate the only leads they have – the new men in Sugar's life who were to be involved in her new act, embracing teasing, karate and doomed love. Bancroft goes after artist "Chris" who had painted Sugar in full kimono while Kojaku goes after the men who were to be involved in her act. It turns out Chris is Christine and that she is more valuable than they had hoped – problem is, main suspect Hansel knows this too and soon the detectives are guarding her from attempts on her life.

A strange film this one. It opens in the sordid world of striptease, continues with the murder of a young woman and leads straight into a police investigation. This suggested it would be a gritty and tough thriller which at times it is, but at other times it plays up the love triangle aspect and then at others seems interested in just showing us a little bit of Asian-American culture. This individual sections do bump up against one another uncomfortably at times but mostly they sit reasonably well as part of the film. The effect is to produce a really interesting film, partly because the mix is unusual and well delivered. The mystery aspect of the plot keeps the narrative flowing along well enough and engaged me even if the ending was a bit convenient and easy.

The love triangle part works better than I expected mainly because it uses it to compliment the male characters rather than being about the love part. This allows the two actors (Corbett and Shigeta) to deliver solid characters and play off one another really well. They are not brilliant in regards range but both more than meet the requirements of the material – Shigeta being a bit more able to convince in the love regards as well as the conflict side while Corbett does an all-round solid turn as a tough but friendly cop. As writer Fuller mixes the various aspects really well while also producing a bit of cultural significance in the way that the Asian-American thing is merely a trimming and not the whole show.

Overall then a solid film that blends mystery, love, grit and conflict into one story. It doesn't flow perfectly but it is engaging for what it does well and not bad for those aspects it does less well.

Very provocative movie, for the time that it was released in 1959, about a love triangle between two L.A detectives, one white and the other Japanese/American. With a young white female art student whom their protecting from an unknown killer.

After strip-tease artist Sugar Torch, Gloria Pall, finishes her act on stage she's shot at by an unknown assailant. Running for her life outside the theater on the crowded street, with nothing on but her underclothes, she's gunned down and killed. With Detctives Charles Bancroft & Joe Kojaku,Glenn Corbett & James Shigeta, put on the case they find in Sugar Torch's dressing room a painting of a her in a crimson kimono. The painting that the killer also shot a bullet through in anger. It was as if he knew who painted it.

The detectives track down the artist who painted the portrait to an art student at the University of Southern California named Christine Downs, Victoria Shaw. Christine, or Chris, tells Charles and Joe that the painting of Sugar Torch was commissioned by her boyfriend. A man who called himself Hansel, Neyle Morrow. The two L.A cops besides providing 24 hours around the clock protection of Chris from Sugar Torch's killer, who just missed shooting and killing her, go out on the streets canvassing the neighborhood, mostly L.A's Little Tokyo. Looking to find him and see what the people there know about Sugar's murder.

Both's Charles and Joe have been the best of friends since the Korean War. Joe saved Charles life on the battlefield by not only dragging back a seriously injured Charles to the safety of a MASH unit but also by donating a paint of his badly needed blood in order to keep him alive while he was being operated on. It never bothered them that they came from different backgrounds and are of different races all these years. Now, with Chris coming into their lives, things are about the change dramatically.

"Crimson Komino" goes from a police murder drama to a love triangle half-way through the movie. The All-American rough and tumble Charles Bancroft falls in love with ,the American as apple pie, Chris Downs only to have her fall for the more sensitive and artistic Japanese/American Joe Kojaku. Whom Chris, being an artist herself, has far more in common with. This leads Joe to feel very guilty and in a way embarrassed for stealing his best friends girlfriend who's not Japanese like himself.

As all this is happening the two cops begin to track down Hansel but the pent-up emotions that Joe is keeping inside him begins to come to the surface. In a Karate contest sponsored by the Little Tokyo neighborhood, that both Charles & Joe are entered in, leads to Joe almost killing Charles. This happens when Joe forgets the rules and smashed Charles head in after he was told to stop and back off by the contest referee.

In the dressing room Joe confesses that his being in love with Chris, and she with him,has made it impossible for him to be his partner Joe tells a shocked and confused Charles that he's turning in his badge since Joe feels that he can't do his job as a L.A policemen anymore. It's then when the truth comes out about Hansel who it turned out was involved in a similar situation and what he had, or had not, to do with Sugar Torch's murder. That put things into sharp focus for both Charles and Joe to not only who the killer is but why their sudden dislike and antagonism, towards each other over Chris, was nothing more then unfounded and irrational hate and ideas. Ideas that they had deep inside their minds that the racism,of both of them, blew way out of proportion.

"The Crimson Komino" is another hit, by cult director Samuel Fuller, that dared to show to the American public in 1959 what an inter-racial relationship can do to both parties who are not at all ready for it. Somewhat like the movie "Sayonara" but far more explosive and penetrating. And at the same time with a much happier ending.