I have a confession to make. I love Sam Peckinpah's films. I shouldn't of course, he glorified violence to the nth degree, he was deeply misogynistic in ways that should make my blood boil, and he a plethora of personality issues that were amplified by drug use which made him paranoid and suspicious at the best of times and downright megalomaniac at his worst. So why am I bringing up this particularity dark pleasure now? Well it came to my attention on a recent Truepenny Show recording session that Tetsuya Naito is in fact reliving Sam Peckinpah's films via a live action role play of the California director's finer moments.
It was Marcus Green that clued me in, "Those suits man. . . ", said Marcus as he described Naito's big show finery. Where had I seen that suit before? It was the character Bennie from Peckinpah's lost love child "Bring me the Head of Alfredo Garcia.". The white linen broad collared affair was perfect for Naito, as it was for Bennie, the retired army officer who eked out a living as a lounge bar man and who was charged with the seemingly impossible task of transporting the grim disembodied cranium of the unfortunate Mr. Garcia to an undisclosed location.

LIJ are obviously a Mexican influenced concoction, they were founded in CMLL, not New Japan. The small group of outsiders who have lost there connection to society are echoed throughout Peckinpah's films. Everything for them would be simpler if it all went back to a simpler time. Setting a large swath of his films on the southern border of the United States, if everyone could just get to Mexico, representing something and somewhere more pure, in the end everything will be alright. Either they make it like Doc and Carol McCoy, professional bank robbers in The Getaway, or they end up blown to Kingdom come on the last bridge like The Rubber Duck in Convoy. Peckinpah's films use the wider structures of the classical era of film making; time based task narratives, to further that effort to get back to a simple life, and Naito follows that trait.
Everything would be fine if he could just get back to being champion. He craves the glare and the bright lights, but these nonsensical obstacles get in the way. Okada, Omega, Tanahashi, Suzuki and Jericho. The small time cops, corrupt Sheriffs, neighbourly busy bodies of the New Japan world, the things that Peckinpah railed against in his movies.
Naito to has his own Wild Bunch, LIJ themselves. The parallels were there at King of Pro wrestling, Naito saved Evil from a Jericho beating, just as Evil had saved him months before when he lost the IC Title. The singular narrative of the Wild Bunch was that by the end of the movie they had to go and get their man despite impossible odds and certain failure. They were going to do it there way and here is Naito spitting in the face of tradition at every turn.
It may of course all be my mind finally turning to chum. However consider this. In 1975 after an incredible run of success Pecinpah was tasked with making a thriller about contract killers. Starring James Caan and Robert Duvall, it would be a a divisive film, but the title was perfect. The Killer Elite. Remind you of a certain Suzuki Gun tag team? Only Gedo knows for sure.



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