No other director could touch the demented terrain of Teruo Ishii's cinescapes, not even Seijun Suzuki or Kinji Fukasaku, and that speaks volumes about his works. This one's an operatic, over-sexed Edo period piece starring Tetsuro Tanba as a nihilistic, lone wolf Ronin alternately in alliance and then at odds with the Bohachi, a degenerate clan of amoral samurai dedicated to vice, specifically opium traffic and sex slavery.
Not even law enforcement or local government will go up against the Bohachi, and Tanba is a 'guest' among their leader, who has him executing operators of brothels who don't pay retribution as well as local law and yakuza that get in his way. Slayings rack up like lights and bells on a pinball machine; blood spray colors the night skies, bodies fall like leaves in October, but Tanba grows weary of all this. "To die is Hell, but to live is also Hell" he believes, but life and death do go on.
The Bohachi leader has female assassins follow Tanba around as additional protection, and they fight naked always, or so it would appear. I've never seen so many beautiful Asian breasts adorning one movie in my life. It's a beautiful thing to behold. The amount of nudity and violence is unparalleled and the low-budget indoor sets with psychedelic lighting make for a phantasmagorically decadent fever dream that you won't soon forget. Forget the 'Forgotten Eight'? Not bloody likely...