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Review: The Crimson Kimono (1959)

Samuel Fuller’s The Crimson Kimono is a remarkable entry in the film noir canon, daring to tackle themes of race, identity, and love with a sensitivity and frankness that were ahead of their time. While its murder mystery premise provides the structure—a burlesque dancer is killed, and two LAPD detectives are drawn into the investigation—it’s the film’s exploration of the personal lives and emotions of its characters that sets it apart.

James Shigeta delivers a groundbreaking performance as Detective Joe Kojaku, marking one of the rare moments in Hollywood history where an Asian-American actor not only occupies the male lead but also takes on the role of a romantic figure. His nuanced portrayal of a principled and sensitive man grappling with inner conflicts is nothing short of stellar. Shigeta’s chemistry with Victoria Shaw, who plays Christine Downes, is palpable and tender. Their evolving romance defies the era’s typical Hollywood conventions, presenting an interracial relationship with honesty and warmth.

Adding to the film’s emotional complexity is Glenn Corbett’s terrific performance as Detective Charlie Bancroft, Kojaku’s partner and closest friend. The tension that arises between the two as Christine becomes the focal point of a romantic triangle is handled with depth and humanity, avoiding melodrama. Their bond is tested but never trivialized, underscoring the strength of Fuller’s screenplay.

Sam Leavitt’s cinematography beautifully captures the bustling streets of Los Angeles’s Little Tokyo, providing a textured and authentic backdrop that grounds the story. His use of light and shadow enhances the noir aesthetic while emphasizing the emotional undercurrents of the characters’ struggles. Harry Sukman’s score complements the visuals perfectly, balancing suspense with poignancy.

Fuller’s direction and screenplay are the heart of the film, boldly addressing issues of prejudice and cultural identity at a time when such themes were rarely explored on screen. The narrative never feels heavy-handed; instead, it seamlessly weaves social commentary into a gripping and emotionally resonant story.

The Crimson Kimono is a testament to the power of cinema to challenge societal norms and expand the boundaries of storytelling. Its trailblazing performances, stunning visuals, and thoughtful direction make it a film that still resonates decades later.

Wren Valentino

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