Mifune is the third official release from the Danish Dogme crowd (following The Celebration and The Idiots), and is the most easy-going and least provocative of these films. The doctrinal technical "purity" laid out in the Dogme 95 Manifesto, which mandated the use of hand-held cameras and exclusively "natural" lighting and sound, is all on display in Mifune, but is rendered pointless by the sloppiness and irresolution of Kragh-Jacobsen's storytelling. Anders Berthelsen plays Kresten, a Copenhagen city slicker called away from his honeymoon to the hinterlands to bury his estranged father and tend to his retarded brother Rud (Jesper Asholt). Iben Hjejle, of High Fidelity fame, is Liva, the gold-hearted hooker Kresten enlists as housekeeper. So what ensues is a likeable lo-cal blend of What's Eating Gilbert Grape? and Pretty Woman, garnished with some sardonic euro-'tude. The title's reference to the iconic Japanese actor Toshiro Mifune comes from Kresten's fondness for the old screen samurai, who he imitates energetically in a long-shared game with Rud, one of several nice details in Mifune that fails to mesh into something larger. The way Kresten's mostly feckless efforts at Mifune-like heroism in defense of his lady's honor or his brother's feelings are overshadowed by the grrl-power of Liva and her prostitute posse represents some sort of po-mo revision, but such subsurface stirrings are few.