The fate of two professional killers is determined by their sometimes similar, warrior codes. For one, it's the spiritual and ancient code of the Japanese samurai. For the other, it's the "what-da-f***" code of mafia soldiers who graduate at the bottom of their class.
My favorite scenes: Those with Forest Whitaker's cool, confident, briefcase-strut.
An additional Samurai code: "One's decision to steal a car is easily resolved if you are carrying a CD of great 90's rap music. If that's the case, do it without further consideration."
