Review by carolynpaetow

This rockbottom-budgeted feature supposes that the samurai-spawning religion of Bushido is as natural to the Japanese as killing gazelles is to lions--with about the same results! The protagonist, a war orphan adopted by white Californians, hears the blood-call in the suasions of a zombie-like Shinto priest. The pretty, Americanized little boy is inexplicably sent to Europe (to study medicine and art) and returns craggy-countenanced, with a thickened accent and Japanese manners. Stereotypically squint-eyed and toothy, he reunites with his mentor, and the duo leer vampirishly over the prospect of planet-wide domination. With all the panache of a grade-school production, much of the movie is composed of docudramatic narration, apparently as a money-saving measure and to assure the buy-war-bonds message emerges from the slapsticky silliness of squawking Nipponese bureaucrats and sword-slashing pseudo-samurai. As a historical piece, the film is a thorn among thorns (that will prick the funnybone of many!)and is, of course, of interest as a particularly odious example of wartime propaganda.