Branded to Kill ★★★½

A contract killer with hamster cheeks and a fetish for boiled rice scores his marks in increasingly inventive ways, before he’s forced to run a gauntlet of fellow gangsters — and his fragile emotions — when a fatal error breaks the Yakuza code. And unfortunately for him, his final opponent has even stranger methods… Seijun Suzuki’s 1967 gonzo noir gets bonus points for sheer originality, that’s for sure. But it loses a bunch for its ridiculous sexism, which even given the culture and era comes over a bit too raw to get a pass for irony.