Ran
“Are there no gods... no Buddha? If you exist, hear me. You are mischievous and cruel! Are you so bored up there you must crush us like ants? Is it such fun to see men weep?
Enough! Do not blaspheme! It is the gods who weep. They see us killing each other over and over since time began. They can't save us from ourselves. Don't cry. It's how the world is made. Men prefer sorrow over joy... suffering over peace.”
The fact that it’s so hard for me to decide whether this or Seven Samurai is Kurosawa’s best says a lot about how good this is.