I don't even know where to begin with this one; this film honestly blew my mind. The black-and-white cinematography is insane. The way the film plays with light and shadows is gorgeous. It feels like a dream—one where you wonder how you could even dream something this amazing. What surprised me most is how modern it feels. Although it is from 1971, nothing about it felt dusty or outdated. The characters, the pacing, the atmosphere—it all felt fresh, sharp, and very intentional. Demons tells a pretty classic samurai story of revenge, betrayal, and guilt, but it's really wrapped up in something a lot darker and stranger. It feels like some kind of cross between noir and slow-burning horror, full of dark imagery and tension, with a constant, uneasy mood that never really lets go. The story unfolds piece by piece and then clicks together in a seriously satisfying way. I really did not expect it to go where it finally does, and when it does, it hits hard. The imagery is disturbing and bloody in a very controlled manner—not flashy, but very effective. My only minuscule complaint is that sometimes I wish the music would step forward a little more and really take certain moments. That's thoroughly personal taste, though, because otherwise, the film works absolutely. Honestly, this is one of those films that instantly landed on my favorites list. I can totally see myself watching it at least once a year. It also made me so sad to think about how easily films like this can get lost over time. This deserves a proper restoration, a beautiful physical release—something that preserves it and puts it back in front of people. Movies like this shouldn't disappear; they should be watched, talked about, and passed on.