Some nice noir elements to this spare drama, and Alain Delon is pretty stylish in his trenchcoat and fedora, but it was a little too sleepy and methodical for me to truly love it. The cold style in the cinematography reminded me of Edward Hopper, and to a point, I liked how the characters expressed themselves ever so subtly with their eyes, the most interesting of whom was Cathy Rosier (the pianist), maybe because she breathed a hint of some warmth. I have to say though, the only thing samurai about the film was its title, and it's telling that even the quote from the Bushido at the beginning is fake.