Auteur’s review published on Letterboxd:
My list of shame is now 210 minutes lighter, and I'm all the better for it. Yes, I have previously not seen Akira Kurosawa's Seven Samurai for probably no other reason than the film's ginormous running time, but apparently nobody ever told me how it all goes by in such a flash. I have never seen a film this long, this foreign, this black and white, AND this entertaining before in my life, and I probably won't ever again. Kurosawa's samurai epic is everything everyone says about it and then some, but mostly it's just a spectacularly good time. Kurosawa was so far ahead of the curve with this film in terms of character, depth of story, and technique, at no time does it feel like sixty-years-old, but rather like it was made today. And Toshiro Mifune elevates what could have been a stock character into near-Shakespearean levels of hubris when his character reveals the truth about his childhood, in a devastatingly raw central scene, that for me served as the emotional anchor to the entire film.
Whole books have been written about this film. What could my review possibly add...except to beg and plead with anyone who like me has been putting this aside for when "the time is right," or "when in the mood;" please, watch this film now. X-Men can wait.