The vengeful Retsudo (a deliciously venomous portrayal by Minoru Oki) assigns his lethal only remaining daughter Kaori (lovely Junko Hitomi) to kill Ogami (the redoubtable Tomisaburo Wakayama) and his son Daigoro (adorable Akihiro Tomikawa). When Kaori fails to accomplish her mission, three deceased warriors are resurrected to take care of both Ogami and Daigoro once and for all. Director Yoshiyuki Kuroda and writer Tsutoma Nakamura totally go for broke with this enjoyably outrageous final entry in the series: This time we've got an astronomical triple digit body count, oodles of hysterically gory blood-spraying violence, a grim take-no-prisoners tone (innocent folks who help out Ogami and son all meet brutal untimely fates), striking widescreen cinematography, a cool supernatural bent, several neat gimmicks (the baby cart is equipped with a gatling gun!), a funky-grooving score that sounds like it belongs more in a 70's blaxploitation flick, and, best of all, a wild pull-out-all-the-stops epic climatic battle sequence set on a snow swept mountain in which Ogami takes out over a hundred opponents. A satisfying berserk closer to this on the money series.

I was really looking forward to seeing WHITE HEAVEN IN HELL, the conclusion of the six-part LONE WOLF & CUB series of films charting the misadventures of Itto Ogami and his son Daigoro as they travel the violent landscapes of feudal Japan. Earlier films in the series – especially my favourite, the second one – have been excellent, so I was enthused to see how they finished the long-running storyline off. The bad news is that they don't; this was never intended to be the last film in the series, so things just close on a cliffhanger that was never followed up. I won't pretend that I'm not disappointed.There's both good news and bad news for fans of this series. It's simple: WHITE HEAVEN IN HELL offers more of the same of what's come before. So there's plenty of villainous plotting, scenes of Daigoro being the lad we all know and love, and Ogami taking down numerous opponents without breaking much of a sweat. The villains are hissable, Ogami is effortlessly cool, and by now we all know what's going to happen come the end.Yet the familiarity of this film's plot is also its downfall. I was starting to feel that things were getting a little stale in the last instalment, and that feeling is now overwhelming. The expert direction and effortless atmosphere of the earlier films is missing, and I couldn't help but feel that things were getting a little run-of-the-mill this time around. Certainly, nothing much happens we haven't seen before.The writers try to mix things up a bit by introducing more outlandish elements to the script. I like crazy stuff in films, so I was pleased to see the presence of the undead here, and some elements of horror mixed into the narrative, but it's never fully capitalised upon. And the ending is a real let-down, an icy encounter between our feared hero and an army of skiing enemies; it's neither particularly gory nor exciting, instead coming across as rather silly. If you sit back and remember the triumphant, eye-popping ending of BABY CART AT THE RIVER STYX and compare it with what's on offer here, it's a real disappointment. And although they never did close that storyline, I'm kind of glad that things ended with this film. I can only feel they would have otherwise run this series into the ground eventually.

The last of the Lone Wolf films, it tries to tie up some loose ends by killing more of the Yagyu family, but Ogami's adventures could continue after this movie: Retsudo, his arch-enemy, still lives and I wish they made at least a seventh film to finish him off. Even after all this killing, men are still willing to attack Ogami, even though he must have killed hundreds, if not thousands of Samurai by now. One clan even sends a sort of zombies after him, and it takes some wit to finally destroy them. In the end there comes another great standoff between him and the remaining forces of the Yagyu-clan, a visual feast of sword-fighting on a snow-covered mountain. Great action all in all, even if the story isn't as elaborate as in some other Lone Wolf films.

These movies were infamous for their incredibly brutal and bloody swordplay sequences, but equally impressive IMHO was the leading actor- Tomisaburo Wakayama a.k.a. "Lone Wolf" was surely the greatest martial arts star ever. The command and authority with which he wielded a sword (and other weapons) was just phenomenal. The blade truly was an extension of himself, and his use of it was the definition of lethal, with none of the unnecessary/show-off flourishes so desperately thrown about by today's wannabes. He had incredible presence and charisma- easily on a par with the likes of say Eastwood or Bronson- with eyes that reflected pure death, and the desolation in his soul. There were moments in the "Babycart" series where you'd swear he was the personification of his namesake, the Wolf. You never doubted for one second that he WAS shogun executioner, masterless samurai, assassin for hire. One look at him in action, and you could readily understand why his enemies trembled at the mention of his name, and ran from him in sheer terror. Alas, Lone Wolf is one with void now, but his legend will live on forever in these films. Forget Toshiro Mifune. Forget Takakura Ken. Forget Sonny Chiba. Forget Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan, Jet Li, Donnie Yen, and any of those wire-reliant ballet dancers from Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. And CERTAINLY forget any American martial artists that you could care to name. Tomisaburo Wakayama was, is, and forever shall be, THE MAN!