- Formato: Import
- Audio: Inglese (Dolby Digital 2.0)
- Lingua: Inglese
- Regione: Regione 2 (Ulteriori informazioni su Formati DVD.)
- Numero di dischi: 1
- Studio: Studiocanal
- Durata: 110.00 minuti
- ASIN: B0039LAQ6A
- Posizione nella classifica Bestseller di Amazon: n. 66.483 in Film e TV (Visualizza i Top 100 nella categoria Film e TV)
Red Sun [Edizione: Regno Unito]
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Regno Unito Edition, PAL/Region 2 DVD: LINGUA: Inglese ( Mono ), WIDESCREEN (1.85:1), CONTENUTI: Menu interattivo, Scene di accesso, SYNOPSIS: Arizona 1870. L'ambasciatore giapponese viaggia nel selvaggio West per incontrare il presidente degli Stati Uniti, in compagnia della sua guardia del corpo e di un antica spada da portare in dono. Ma il treno viene rapinato da una banda di pericolosi banditi che si appropriano anche del cimelio. La guardia del corpo si metterà sulle loro tracce aiutato da un fuorilegge... ...Sole rosso / Red Sun (1971) ( Soleil rouge )
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Plot: It would've been just another day for the outlaw Link (Bronson) and his robbing crew if only they'd kept to victimizing the normal passengers on that train. But, no, they had to venture into the car housing the Japanese delegation what's enroute to see the President. And there's one of Link's more temperamental bandits, the Frenchman Gauche (Alain Delon), quite taken with the ceremonial sword meant as a gift to POTUS. Gauche is one of those sleek sleazebags you shouldn't really have in your crew because sure as sh-- he'll sooner or later turn on you. That there is called foreshadowing.
Link isn't enamored of Gauche's show of brutality and tries to rein him in. So Gauche turns on him, leaves him for dead. When Link regains consciousness, he's rarin' to go reappropriate the train loot and have some, uh, harsh words with his turncoat. But the Japanese ambassador charges him with guiding his extraordinary samurai bodyguard, Kuroda Jubie (Mifune), across a forbidding wasteland in pursuit of Gauche. Kuroda is given seven days to recover the sword, else he must perform hara-kiri, which is an extreme form of acupuncture. "We don't have horses, and Gauche has a two-hour head start. He's got twenty mean guns to back him up!" protests our outlaw. Yeah, Link requires serious convincing. But it bears repeating that Kuroda is an extraordinary samurai bodyguard. Link gets convinced.
Just to get it out of the way, I'll mention that this film could've done with the Ennio Morricone touch. As it were, the score, at least to me, is forgettable. Apart from that bit of grousing, I think Red Sun is just about a perfect movie. The international production promises - and lives up to - a series of intriguing one-on-one exchanges and diverse group dynamics. Bronson and Mifune are very good together. It's their caustic interplay that generates the film's wickedly sly humor. And maybe it's because of the change of pace, but Bronson is less wooden in this one. He seems more relaxed, and this translates to a more loose performance. French heartthrob Alain Delon is magnetic as the viperish big bad, a curious juxtaposition from how charming and raffish he was as Zorro. As for French ex-fashion model Capucine and Swiss sex goddess Ursula Andress, well, just look at them. Full disclosure, I was so mesmerized with each of them when they were on screen that maybe they acted, maybe they didn't. Either way, I was entertained.
So, brief eruptions of brutal swordfighting meet wild pistolero action, with Mifune and Bronson handling their badassss business. As much as Bronson dabbled in the gritty crime thriller, there's something very cool to his starring in westerns. Bronson boasted a sculpted frame and a face what's craggy and timeworn like an eroded cliffside. Factor that mug and his trademark laconic persona, and you've got the ideal makings of a rugged frontier man so beloved by the camera. Put Bronson's brand of laconic cool with Mifune's brand of laconic simmer, and observe their clashing perspectives on duty and honor, and what we get are several canny observations on culture clash and on Eastern philosophy versus western braggadocio. Hell, maybe I'll start calling it Soleil rouge or maybe Jane Austen's Red Sun. This sucker's more fancy pants than I thought.
The Bronson character, an outlaw is recruited to help the Mifune character, a samurai, to retrieve a precious sword which was to be a gift to the President; if it is not recovered within a week, the Ambassador and the samurai are obliged by honor to disembowel themselves; after doing the same for the Bronson character, of course.
The American outlaw is sure that he is much superior to the Japanese greenhorn when it comes to tracking the robbers and handling the wilderness, is disillusioned in numerous scenes.
The samurai's sense of honor seems to rub off on the outlaw. When the samurai is killed retrieving the sword, the outlaw promises to return the sword to the Ambassador. How he manages this, I will leave you to watch.