I was slightly underwhelmed by what some would call the greatest film of all time. The acting is highly exaggerated, hysterical by all parties. I find it interesting that it is sort of in contrast to the typically understated acting in contemporary Japanese films. Kurosawa is a master of storytelling. The film has entered into the common lexicon for its innovative storytelling, four alternative versions of the same story. Who knows which story is true? If any of them are true? Or if they are all embellished truth? Everyone has their own verita. That's not the point. The film gets at something deeper, about human nature. Humans are self serving and our recollections reflect that. The movie dates itself with its gross gender politics. To the modern viewer, it's a little cringy how the woman is made to blame in all versions of the story.
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