I finally got a chance to see Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai this weekend. For anyone not familiar with this film, it’s about a samurai/ninja/gangsta living and assassinating people in New York City. Here’s a plot summary:
Forest Whitaker blathers some psuedo-philosophical drivel in voiceover.
Forest Whitaker steals a car.
Forest Whitaker shoots some people.
Forest Whitaker fondles a pigeon.
Forest Whitaker eats an ice cream.
Repeat.
It wouldn’t be accurate to say I didn’t enjoy the film, but I sure don’t understand the critical acclaim that’s been heaped on it.