Samurai Jack
Our Review
Genndy Tartakovsky’s silent-movie masterpiece in cartoon form: a samurai flung to a dystopian future by the shape-shifting demon Aku, fighting across gorgeous, wordless landscapes to find a way back to the past and undo the future that is Aku. The original four seasons (2001-2004) were a formal revelation — action staging influenced by Kurosawa and Leone, episodes that went ten minutes without dialogue, art direction that changed style per episode: noir, ukiyo-e woodblock, Frank Miller.
Then Adult Swim brought it back in 2017 for a final season that did the impossible: aged Jack fifty years into a haunted, PTSD-wracked survivor, gave the show actual blood, actual death, and an actual love story, and closed the loop with a finale that recontextualizes the entire saga into a meditation on purpose and loss. The last five minutes are the most moving thing Tartakovsky has ever made.
Verdict: Watch it. The closest American animation has come to pure cinema.
