THE CHASER (Chugyeogjia)
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This fast-paced and suspenseful film introduces us to Joong-ho (Kim Yun-seok), a former cop turned pimp who is growing frustrated when his business takes a turn for the worse, as several of the girls he sent out on jobs have never returned, so he suspects they either ran away or were sold to someone else in illegal sex trafficking. His life consists of driving in his car and talking on his cell phone, usually both at the same time while also getting into bits of trouble while he’s driving, just to make matters worse. In the midst of one such rotten day, out of desperation he calls one of his girls who is home sick, Mi-jin (Seo Yeong-hie), and sends her out to work. This classless act defines Joong-ho perfectly, as he’s clueless and so self-absorbed about losing money that he can’t see anything past his own nose. This may as well be the theme of the film, as this is how the director sees people in a consumer society, in such a rush to get where they need to go in their daily lives that they forget to notice what happens to others along the way. But Joong-ho is a highly instinctive creature, as he does things without really knowing why, and he’s effective even while being among the more annoyingly despicable creatures on the planet. This film has to search through the ranks of worthless, incompetent cops and merciless serial killers to find people more despicable. But when Mi-jin doesn’t call like she was instructed, and her cell is unreachable, he begins to worry about her safety because he sent her to a man he now suspects was selling his girls. He tries to get a friend on the police force involved, but he’s too busy on an assignment protecting the mayor from a man who threw feces in his face, so Joong-ho is alone in his search for Mi-jin, knowing the general region, easily finding her parked car on the street, also knowing the man’s cell phone number (which is also unreachable), but not his address.
What follows is a choreography of changing moods and
misdirections, where the audience soon learns Mi-jin is in the hands of a
psychopath who locks his victims inside so there is no escape, binding them
with rope, terrorizing them with a bag full of torture devices before
bludgeoning them to death with a spike through their skulls. This brutal horror is contrasted against the
7-year old daughter (Kim Yu-jeong) who is home alone waiting for her mother to
return home. There are even moments of
amusement, such as when Joong-ho first discovers Mi-jin has a daughter, which
catches him completely befuddled, especially the kid’s ability to size up the
situation instantly (“My mom isn’t working, is she?
Something happened to her.”), so she moves back and forth from
being a nuisance to reflecting the film’s most poignant moments, as he
eventually warms up to the kid and becomes a guardian angel-like father
figure. This hint that he has a heart is
juxtaposed against endless scenes of running after and eventually capturing the
killer, beating him to a pulp before getting him into police custody where he
confesses with intimate detail how he has murdered a dozen girls, but then
feigns memory loss, as he can’t recall where he lives or where their bodies are
buried, so the police can’t distinguish a psychopath from someone who is making
the entire story up, eventually releasing him for lack of evidence. This back and forth struggle of now they have
him and now they don’t is paralleled with Mi-jin’s own fate, as despite being
subject to a horrible head trauma, she’s still alive, something Joong-ho
suspects, eventually beating an address out of the killer, but she’s not
there. There are a dozen different
fights in this film, each one significantly altering the mood, and each fought
with a hand-to-hand combat style, but eventually in table turning fashion, the
sheer trauma of evil overwhelms all in a slow motion explosion of blood, given
near poetic grace, which only elevates the discomfort. The horrific bestiality of the crimes is on full
display, resembling the street realism of Fritz Lang's police procedural M
(1931), balancing the gruesome against the mundane, providing meticulous
details of daily routine of the killer, the chaser, and the various cops
assigned to the case, all of which blend together to form a composite urban
landscape picture of Seoul as a world spinning out of control.
The Chaser JR Jones from The Reader
Easily the best cop thriller since The Departed, this
2008 Korean import is the debut feature of Na Hong-jin, who demonstrates such
mastery of suspense mechanics that he earns the right to flirt with irony and
even—dare I say it—tragedy. The noirish hero (Kim Yun-seok) is a former police
detective now making his living as a pimp; when one of his prostitutes (Seo
Yeong-hie) is kidnapped by a serial killer (Ha Jung-woo), the pimp manages to
deliver him to the authorities, though lack of evidence may force them to
release the suspect before his intended victim can be rescued. Meanwhile, the
news media are up in arms because an irate citizen threw a handful of shit in
the mayor’s face during a public appearance, which turns out to be of greater
importance to the department than a woman’s life. In Korean with subtitles. 125
min.
Time Out London (David Jenkins) review [2/5]
This compelling yet totally manipulative and eye-wateringly violent South Korean horror-thriller revolves around an ex-cop turned pimp (Kim Yun-Seok) who finds himself on the trail of a weedy serial killer (Ha Jung-Woo) who has taken to kidnapping, torturing, then offing the valuable members of his female brood. Playing off a crook against a murderer makes for an interesting central sparring match, especially when the police become involved and have no idea whom to trust. Also, true to its title, the best moments come with two bravura and ultra-realistic chase sequences through grotty, dimly lit back allies, and director Na Hong-Jin also does his best to toy with expectations whenever possible. This playfulness, however, backfires massively in the second half when coincidence and unforeseen consequence conspire uneasily with bloody, messy results.
The reveal and the capture of the serial killer come so soon in The Chaser that you might think, there's no likelihood of unrelenting tension in the hours ahead. Well, you're wrong! Director Na Hong-in and fellow screenwriters Hong Won-chan and Lee Shinho have made something more suspenseful than a standard whodunit; the mystery here isn't who did it, it's whether he'll get away with it despite his confession. What "it" is in this case is the attempted murder of a call girl (Seo Yeong-hie) whose morally compromised pimp (Kim Yun-seok) is undergoing a seismic shift inside as he searches for the lair of her last customer, a psychopath (Ha Jung-woo) held in detention by the cops. It's a wonderfully messy story with subplots involving police brutality, embezzlement, sex trafficking, auto insurance, church finances, and even a mayor who's been hit in the face with human feces. But aside from one glitch near the end in which a delightfully tough lady dick (Park Hyo-ju) inexplicably lets the murderer get away, the twists and turns of The Chaser keep you on your toes. Factor in that this is Na's first feature and an amazing performance by Kim Yoo-jeong as the prostitue's kid, and this movie is a super-impressive addition to Korean noir.
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The Chaser is one of the best psychological thrillers to ever come out of South Korea. The film revolves around Joong-ho (Kim Yun-seok), an ex-detective with a bad reputation who becomes a pimp. When two of his girls disappear without a trace, he accuses one of his own customers, Young-min (Ha Jung-woo), of stealing and selling his girls. What Joong-ho does not know is that his prime suspect is actually a sadistic serial killer who has murdered the two girls. After an intense and brutal pursuit, Young-min is taken to a police station, where he simply confesses to the slaying of numerous girls while also admitting that one more girl may still be alive. However, without any evidence, he can walk free after being held for twelve hours. It then becomes a race against time for Joong-ho to find the last missing girl, before it is too late. Winner of seven Blue Dragon Awards, including best picture, best actor for Kim Yun-seok, best screenplay, best director as well as being a box office hit in South Korea, this masterpiece is a suspenseful and spine-tingling debut feature for Hong-jin Na. The Chaser is a hyperventilating crime thriller that grabs the wary viewer by the throat and refuses to let go until the scary ride is over!
Movie Martyr (Jeremy Heilman) review [3/4]
The Chaser, the debut film from South Korean director Na Hong-jin, is a sensationalistic and slickly produced police drama that goes further than most in exposing its audience to urban degradation and a murky sense of goodness. Featuring an antihero, ex-cop pimp in the lead role, and an entire force of corrupt and abusive police behind him, the movie leaves little room for a voice of moral rectitude. Recalling Bong Joon-ho’s Memories of Murder in its tonal shifts, its ultimately downbeat outlook, and its subject matter, The Chaser is doubly impressive for being a first feature.
In a change of pace from most serial killer films, there’s little tension about the identity of the murderer here. Well before the halfway point of The Chaser, the killer (played with unending sliminess by Ha Jung-woo) is in police custody. The rest of the movie becomes a question of whether or not the police will realize who they have on their hands and book him before they are forced to release him due to a twelve hour holding limit. This scenario is intensified by the fact that a final victim still waits, trapped in the murder’s dank home. The inversion of the plot usually found in the genre shifts the audience’s focus from the killer to the police themselves. Much of the genuine horror here comes from bearing witness to the corruption, indifference, and abuse that seem to be standard operating procedure for the Korean cops.
This shift toward social commentary is welcome, as the mere presence of the serial killer plot seems like it would have been unlikely to sustain interest. When the killer is first shown committing one of his brutal hammer murders in an extended torture sequence, the film effectively grabs audience attention, but that effectiveness is soon diluted somewhat once the conventional motivations of the murderer come clear. He’s too clearly insane to be as intimidating as he might be otherwise. Similarly, the near-misses and sheer contrivances of the plot begin to reduce meaning, as opposed to build tension, as they pile up during the course of the movie. It’s quite obvious that this is all meant to entertain and thrill audiences first, and only secondarily disturb and provoke us. Nonetheless, the ending of The Chaser hits hard, literally and figuratively. It announces Na Hong-jin as a filmmaker willing to go to places that even most so-called horror movies would shy away from.
The Chaser Kyu
Hyun Kim from the Korean Film Page
Jung-ho (Kim Yun-seok, who played Agwee, one of the contemporary Korean cinema's scariest villains, in Tazza: The High Rollers) is a former cop turned pimp for a "massage parlor." He is convinced that a young, dorky customer Young-min (Ha Jung-woo, The Unforgiven, Never Forever) has kidnapped and sold his "girls," including Mi-jin (Seo Young-hee, Shadows in the Palace). Unfortunately, what the cops discover is far worse: Young-min is a serial killer who uses a chisel and a hammer to slaughter his victims in lieu of sex. While the police investigation stumbles and takes a detour, Jung-ho increasingly suspects that Young-min's latest victim, Mi-jin, is still alive somewhere.
The Chaser was the first runaway hit of 2008, selling close to 5 million tickets. Was that success deserved?
Can Yuna Kim skate?
Suffice to say that the above synopsis by itself cannot possibly convey why The Chaser is the grittiest, snazziest and gutsiest Korean thriller in years and one of the best Korean films of 2008.
The Chaser is written and directed by Na Hong-jin (who had previously made the award-winning short A Perfect Snapper Dish), and it is truly difficult to believe that this is his feature film debut. The film exudes the aura of a piece de resistance concocted by a supremely confident genre veteran. Na's direction is peerless in orchestrating suspense by slowly and methodically disclosing to the viewers clues about what is really going on. Adding to the film's power is its intricate, sharply intelligent screenplay that always remains a half-step ahead of the viewer expectations, which generates completely unexpected moments of dark humor as well as teeth-rattling frisson. Technical credits excel as well: DP Lee Sung-je (No Comment), lighting director Lee Chol-o and production designer Lee Min-bok (Epitaph) contribute greatly to the hauntingly naturalistic re-creation of the Seoul landscape. A moody, acoustic-minimalist score by Kim Joon-seok and Choi Yong-rak is uncommonly effective.
I was also pleasantly surprised by how realistically and sympathetically The Chaser's struggling police force was depicted: it's definitely the best police procedural since Memories of Murder. I disagree with the criticism that it sides with Dirty Harry-like vigilantism over the legal protections accorded even to criminal suspects. The police in The Chaser, convincingly foul-mouthed and perpetually exhausted but struggling mightily to find an acceptable compromise between upholding civil rights and using old beat-'em-up-until-they-confess methods, are just a bunch of working stiffs, neither "the evil establishment" nor heroic public servants. Frankly, I would recommend The Chaser to any foreign viewer who has developed the view that the Korean police are baseball-bat wielding thugs, based on complete fantasies like Lee Myung-se's Nowhere to Hide. This is one of the few Korean films where situations like a white-haired, flinty-eyed psychiatrist baiting a murder suspect with taunts of sexual impotence and a female cop (Park Hyo-joo) fending off the latter's sneering advances can be appreciated without any suspension of disbelief.
But if anyone owns The Chaser, it is perhaps not director Na, despite his incredibly impressive command over the material, but Kim Yun-seok. Jung-ho, as played by Kim, has a bloated, sad-sack mien with an undercurrent of hostility and desperation. Kim never once mugs for the viewer's sympathy, and yet, as the film unfolds, he (with the terrific direction by Na) constantly demolishes our (genre-bound) expectations about how Jung-ho would behave in a given situation. His choices are amazing as much in their fidelity to the conception of his character (he begins as a truly irredeemable scumbag, and doesn't exactly become a white-winged angel by the end) as in their restraint and precision. I would venture to say that Kim's performance in The Chaser begins where Choi Min-shik's ends in Failan. Yes, it's that great.
The film's weak link, in my opinion, is Young-min, the serial killer character. It's really not Ha Jung-woo's fault at all, as he delivers a terrific performance as a genuine sociopath. It's that a serial killer, in the Korean context at that, can no longer generate enough fascination and interest. Some pretty out-there new wrinkles, as displayed in, say, Mr. Brooks, or another Korean thriller, Our Town, are needed to jolt such a character out of the annoying sex-murderer-with-the-face-of-a-saint cliches. Young-min's presence also ensures that the movie occasionally veers off into the territory of extreme gore (climaxing with a scene in which a character is bludgeoned to death in slow motion -- one both disturbingly beautiful and mind-bogglingly horrid), possibly losing a section of the audience who might have otherwise appreciated it.
Not for the faint of the heart, The Chaser goes a long way in restoring confidence not only in Korean cinema's capacity to churn out terrific crime thrillers, but also in the untapped reservoirs of filmmaking talent in Korea, still left to be discovered.
Following its
distribution by the BFI last September, BFI Video releases on DVD The Night of
Truth (La Nuit de la Vrit), the audacious feature debut of the award-winning
Burkinab female director Fanta Rgina Nacro. Set in an unnamed African country,
after ten years of bloody war, The Night of Truth dramatises the process of
truth and reconciliation, echoing the recent histories of South Africa, Sierra
Leone and Rwanda, and highlights not only the female perspective but also the
subtleties and complexities of learning to live together again in trust and
respect.
Genocide, raw and recent, is not far from the minds of the Nayak and Bonand
peoples who have been locked in a decade of bloody ethnic conflict. Now, the
President (commander of the Nayak national army) and Colonel Theo (controller
of the rebel Bonand army) are determined to end the conflict. A celebration is
arranged, but cynicism remains on both sides and - as the evening wears on -
tension mounts. Not only have drums been banned from the musical entertainment,
because, in the past, they were used as a call to arms, but many of the women,
notably the president's wife Edna, cannot simply forgive and forget. The
evening comes to a climax when the village jester Tomota, a Nayak-hater,
indignantly decides to beat the drums during the festivities. The sound becomes
a trigger that releases the feelings of distrust and fear that have been
suppressed by both sides.
The Night of Truth was conceived in memory of Fanta Nacro's uncle, accused of
inciting a coup, and who was murdered in a horrifically brutal way. Compelling
performances from a cast of mainly non-professional actors lend an eerie
authenticity to film (all of the men are played by members of the Burkina
army). The professional actress Naky Sy Savane is particularly outstanding in
her role as Edna, who is grief-stricken over her son's death and harbours a
bitter lust for revenge. Her brooding performance conjures an atmosphere of
sinister foreboding, demonstrating the extent to which official peace deals are
undermined by the lasting psychological wounds inflicted by war.
Fanta Nacro was the first woman from Burkina Faso to direct a fiction film (the
short Un Certain matin) and The Night of Truth, which has won awards at film
festivals around the world, is a stunning example of the rise of African women
filmmakers, bringing a new voice and perspective to African cinema.
BFI | Sight
& Sound | Film of the Month: The Night of Truth (2004) Philip Kemp from Sight and Sound, September 2005
A powerful tale of the
aftermath of a fictionalised civil war - inspired by the genocide in Rwanda -
has Shakespearean resonances
The tenth anniversary of the
horrendous 100 days of genocide in Rwanda has already brought us one fine
feature film in Terry George's Hotel Rwanda. Also in the pipeline
is Michael Caton-Jones' Shooting Dogs. Both films are based on
true stories. Fanta Régina Nacro's feature debut takes a less head-on approach,
one aimed at universalising the tragedy. The Night of Truth is set
in a fictitious west African country rent by 10 years of civil war; and though
Nacro clearly has Rwanda in her sights, her film could equally draw on the
experience of Sierra Leone, Sudan, Zaire, Uganda or, indeed, Yugoslavia. As she
herself says, "Yugoslavia reminded people that African countries don't
have a monopoly of horror".
Barring a brief coda, the action
takes place over a period of a few hours on the day when two warring sides,
having agreed a fragile truce, come together for what's planned as a feast of
reconciliation. The conflict, as in Rwanda, is tribal: the Bonande, led by the
charismatic Colonel Theo, have rebelled against the oppressive rule of the
Nayak, represented by President Miossoune. Nacro emphasises the split between
the tribes by having them speak different languages: Dioula and Mooré, the two
main tongues of the director's native Burkina Faso. When they want to
communicate with each other they have to use French, the language of the former
colonial power.
Language isn't the only
separating force. As in so many tribal conflicts, each side facilitates the
killing by dehumanising its opponents. A Bonande refers to the Nayak as
"cockroaches" (recalling the hate-filled ranting of the Hutu radio
station that unleashed the slaughter of Rwanda's Tutsi minority with the cry,
"kill the cockroaches!"); and Tomota, the shambling fool whose
impetuosity triggers the film's catastrophe, tells stories about the Nayak
being half-human, half-snake. These racist folk tales are reflected in a scene
in which each of the two leaders gingerly nibbles at the choicest delicacies of
the other's tribe - braised snake, a Nayak speciality, and roast caterpillars,
much prized by the Bonande. (In an interview with a Swiss journalist, the
director spoke of her reaction when offered, on a visit to Italy, "a
cheese full of green bits. It was as repellent for me as eating caterpillars
would be for you".) At this juncture the treatment of the people/food
trope is humorous. But it's horrifyingly reprised when Edna, the president's
wife crazed with grief over the death of her son, capers gleefully round the
tortured body of Colonel Theo as he's roasted to death over a slow fire,
basting him with his own blood and calling him "king of the
marinade".
Given that The Night of
Truth is the first ever sub-Saharan African feature to be directed by a
woman, the film's female roles take on added significance. Generally in west
African cinema women are seen as a force for moderation: the men tend to be
headstrong, short-fused and reckless, while the women try to restrain them - or
look on sardonically with that characteristic teeth-sucking sound that suggests
a mix of contempt and incredulity. In Nacro's film it's Theo's wife, Soumari,
who fills this traditional role. "Men make peace, men make war. It's
nothing to do with me and the children," she tells her husband. But,
despite her words, she's constantly at work trying to make the truce hold:
banning a ritual drum that might awaken bloody memories; pouring out a libation
on the ground to appease the dead of both sides; co-opting the president to support
her in urging all the soldiers to set down their arms and mingle as brothers.
She resignedly accepts the fact that the man who tortured her father to death
won't face execution, acknowledging that, at some point, the vengeful cycle of
blood-letting must cease.
Over against her stands the
figure of Edna, unable to forget how her only child, Michel, was obscenely
mutilated and killed during a massacre of Nayaks by Bonandes in the town of
Govinda. Begging her husband to let her stay away from the feast, Edna says:
"I'm scared of fear... of hate." But as it turns out it's her own
emotions, rather than those of the former enemy, that she's scared of. Her
counterpart is Colonel Theo, haunted by his involvement in the same massacre.
With fatal inevitability, these two are drawn together; and when he kneels and
asks her forgiveness, she chillingly responds "forgiveness is God's
business, not mine", and then sets her terrible scheme of vengeance in
motion. (The film, incidentally, is dedicated to the memory of the director's
uncle, who was tortured to death in the same atrocious fashion.
Nacro has said that in setting
her film in a fictitious country she was aiming at the universality of a
parable with Shakespearean overtones; and in the character of Colonel Theo, a
leader who commands the love as well as the loyalty of his men, there's
certainly a strong element of Shakespeare' 'flawed heroes' - commanding figures
destroyed by one besetting fault. The Antony of Antony and Cleopatra
comes particularly to mind; and maybe also, given the people/food nexus, Titus
Andronicus. We're perhaps meant to view as his 'flaw' his lapse into
blood-crazed cruelty during the Govinda massacre. ("I felt strong as a god
- I felt powerful," he says.) But this is one example of the director's
decision to cast non-professional actors, members of the Burkina Faso armed
forces, in most of her male roles letting her down. As Theo, Moussa Cissé can't
quite carry off this speech with conviction; and it's equally hard to credit
that the leader of a ten-year uprising would be amazed and shocked at
encountering "men who liked to kill". It's more credible, perhaps, to
see Theo's fatal flaw as over-confidence: he brushes aside the warnings of his
wife and brother with a complacent "I know what I'm doing".
The strength of Nacro's film lies
not so much in its plot, which occasionally errs on the side of predictability,
as in the all-too-convincing texture of its portrayal of a country traumatised
by a decade of hatred and slaughter. Throughout the movie we can glimpse,
almost casually in the background of the action, walls on which women are
painting vigorous, graphic pictures - all of them depicting mutilation and
killing. Even more chilling is a gathering of children aged ten or younger who
casually tease each other about the various
injuries and amputations they've suffered.
These details, as much as the
nightmarish flashbacks of landscapes strewn with severed body parts, reinforce
the sense of a country where the cruellest, most extreme violence has become a
commonplace, part of the very fabric of life. Small wonder if the banal
tree-planting ceremony intended to mark the moment of reconciliation proves
hopelessly inadequate. A blood sacrifice is needed to seal the pact, an act of
horror commensurate with the horrors that have preceded it.
The film ends on a note of
optimism, with Tomota reporting to his dead commander on a nation at peace, and
schoolchildren learning a text that speaks of unity. But so powerful is the
preceding portrayal of a poisoned legacy of hate and fear, that you can't help
wondering how long this peace will hold.
FilmExposed review Jimmy Razor
'The dead are everywhere' Lisa Allardice feature on the director from The Guardian, September 5, 2005
The New York Times (Jeannette Catsoulis) review
Time Out New York review [3/5] Lisa Rosman
Juliet (Clarkson) is an American fashion-magazine editor
whose visit to her Cairo-based husband is thwarted when his U.N. work takes him
to
“Under its facade,
The Village Voice [Karina Longworth]
The Onion A.V. Club review [B-] Keith Phipps
“Everybody hates a tourist,” Jarvis Cocker opined in the Pulp song “Common People.” There’s a lot of truth there, though not the whole truth. It’s the tourist’s job to come, gawk, and leave filled with memories and misperceptions. You take away snapshots and consume meals based on some universally accepted notion of the region’s cuisine, but have you seen the real thing? And pity the earnest tourists, like the one played by Patricia Clarkson in Cairo Time—the kind who show up armed with respect, knowledge, and good intentions. The more they try to grasp their destination, the further it slips away.
In a welcome (and too-rare) lead role, Clarkson plays the
wife of a UN worker stationed in
What follows is part cultural exchange, part unacknowledged
romance that’s beautifully played with tangible chemistry by Clarkson and
Siddig against striking images of
New York Observer (Rex Reed) review [3/4]
One by one, the films from last year's film-festival circuit
are arriving at last. The wonderful and versatile character actress Patricia
Clarkson is subtly enchanting in Cairo Time, a Canadian film set in
Cool and pale as lemon juice on ice, Ms. Clarkson plays
Juliette Grant, a
Small caveats:
Director Nadda eschews any real hints of anti-Americanism in
CBC.ca Arts review Lee Ferguson
Slant Magazine (Andrew Schenker) review
Eye for Film (Ali Hazzah) review [3/5]
The Wall Street Journal (Joe Morgenstern) review
Urban Cinefile (Australia) - [Louise Keller + Andrew L. Urban]
Filmcritic.com Chris Barsanti
Nick's Flick Picks (Nick Davis) review [B] lengthy
ReelViews (James Berardinelli) review [3/4]
Film-Forward.com Lisa Bernier
KPBS
Cinema Junkie [Beth Accomando] ‘
Cinematical [Jeffrey M. Anderson] or the shorter version: Combustible Celluloid (Jeffrey M. Anderson) review [3/4]
The House Next Door [Joseph Jon Lanthier]
Edward Copeland on Film (Jonathan Pacheco)
Georgia Straight (Ken Eisner) review
New York Magazine (David Edelstein) review (Page 2)
One Guy's Opinion (Frank Swietek) review [B-]
Cinematic Concerns [Sebastian Ng]
Entertainment Weekly review [B] Owen Gleiberman
The Hollywood Reporter review Sura Wood
Boston Globe (Wesley Morris) review [2/4]
Washington Post (Ann Hornaday) review
St. Paul Pioneer Press (Chris Hewitt) review [2/4]
Austin Chronicle review [3/5] Marjorie Baumgarten
San Francisco Chronicle (David Lewis) review [3/4]
The
New York Times (A.O. Scott) review
Village Voice review J. Hoberman (Page 2)
"Lost" is the operative word; praying is but one option. Fifteen minutes into the movie, a man sets out to take his two young sons to school. He drives off the road, staging a desultory single-car accident, sends the older boy off for help, and vanishes. Tehilim concerns his abandoned family's response to this inexplicable and ultimately existential disappearance. It's a variation on Antonioni's L'Avventura, in which the mystery is a given and the emphasis is on those left mystified.
Made on
Given its title—Hebrew for "The Book of Psalms"—and its religious milieu, one might reasonably expect Tehilim to be an allegory. But reason has nothing to do with the anti-miracle of the father's disappearance. Prayer is only one of the ways that the confounded characters deal with this enigma; faith, the final shot suggests, is something akin to waiting for the bus in the hopes that it will finally come.
Screen
International [Dan Fainaru] at
Raphael Nadjari is back, digging again at the
"dialectical dimensions of Judaism" (as he calls it), a labour of
love that he has persistently pursued in all his films to date. A quiet, subdued
and remarkably controlled drama, fiercely introverted and secretive, it tells
the story of an unexplained disappearance, but at no point does it try to solve
the mystery. Instead Nadjari observes the family affected by this sudden
absence and the way each person deals with it.
Planting his story
firmly in an observant Jewish milieu, for which Jerusalem provides the ideal
background, Nadjari's dispassionate look at this family is so smoothly accurate
in every little detail and moves with such an assured, unhurried pace towards
its goal that audiences will soon forget they are watching a film and believe
it is life itself unfolding before their eyes.
Michael Moshonov, as
the older son of a man who simply disintegrates into thin air after a car
accident, and Yonathan Alster as his younger brother, carry with perfect poise
the brunt of a story whose subtexts suggest dramatic undercurrents that never
come out into the open. Still, being unobtrusive by nature and offering no
clear-cut conclusive cathartic climax for multiplex crowds, Nadjari's best shot
is with arthouse patrons and film festivals.
There is something
particularly clean and simple about the plot. One day, Eli (Shmuel Vilojni),
middle-aged, religious but no zealot, married and father of two boys, drives
his kids to school. Normally affable and easygoing, he is unusually tense
behind the wheel, losing control of the car and driving it off the road. The
older son, Menachem (Moshonov) runs to call for help. When he comes back, his
younger brother, David (Alster) is lying on the back seat in need of medical
assistance, but Eli is nowhere to be found.
Once home, every
member of the family tries to find his own way of dealing with Eli's unexpected
departure. His wife, Alma (Limor Goldstein), a loving and devoted mother whose
background is far more secular than her husband's, hurt and distraught, applies
herself to the everyday routines needed to keep the household going. Menachem,
a teenager in distress at the most fragile stage of his life, is confused, offended,
abandoned and looking around for some kind of explanation and thread of hope
that might lead to his parent. Little David gropes his way in the dark, sensing
more than understanding what is going on. Around them, Eli's father, Shmuel
(Ilan Dar) and brother Aharon (Yohav Hayit) mobilise the religion-studying
group (which Eli used to belong to as well), to read Psalms (Tehilim in Hebrew)
and pray together for his return. For them, the only way back to normalcy is
through Faith and Family, as they represent it, and
Nadjari keeps in the
background throughout, telling the story in its simplest terms, allowing each
sequence to establish itself, grow on screen and play itself out naturally,
refusing to intrude or disturb. The audience is invited to guess the emotional
turmoil of each character, for they never seem capable of more than polite
conversation, and the silence reigning in the last frame could easily irk those
who expect explicit statements to wrap up the plot. Economy is evident in every
sense here, not necessarily because of budget restrictions but as an ethical
and aesthetic choice. Functional, precise choice of sets and locations, as well
as an unobtrusive camera that carefully avoids any self-serving eye-catching
exploits, naturally blend with the understated acting.
Moshonov, whose face
is a map of untold anguish, and Alster, as his brother seeking solace but not
at any price, are in evidence most of the time, but Goldstein, Dar and Hayit,
jostling with each other as they are looking for common ground to share, are
both moving and fascinating in their own way.
Plume Noire review Sandrine Marques
Time Out New York (Stephen Garrett) review [2/6]
The New York Times (Jeannette Catsoulis) review
allmovie ((( Mira Nair > Overview ))) Andrea LeVasseur
Born in
Film
Reference Rob Edelman
At their core, the films of Mira Nair are humanist in nature. They spotlight the inequities of traditional, patriarchal Indian society, the manner in which individuals are trapped and victimized because of economic status and gender, and the problems Indians face as they assimilate into foreign cultures.
Prior to directing her first narrative feature, Salaam
Salaam Bombay!, a drama of the corruption of
childhood, won Nair international acclaim. It is a story of lost young souls
who, because of poverty and parental abuse, have no control of their lives, and
their fates. At the same time, these children somehow manage to grasp onto
their innocence. Nair's hero is
The scenario is structured as a novel, with all the characters colorfully and three-dimensionally etched. And Nair has crammed the film with memorable images and striking vignettes. Prominent among the latter is the characterization of Manju (Hansa Vithal), daughter of the pimp and whore. Manju is a sweet little girl who is regularly ignored, then smothered with insincere kisses by her mother, and finally cast out into the street. Clearly, she too will be destined for a life of prostitution.
Nair's documentary background impacted on the manner in which
she enlisted her actors. Seventeen children are cast in Salaam
In Mississippi Masala, her follow-up feature, Nair
further explores the issues she examined in
Neither Mississippi Masala nor Kama Sutra—or,
for that matter, any of her subsequent films—earned Nair the acclaim accorded Salaam
Mirabai Films biography and filmography
Mira
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Mira
Nair Biography - life, family, children, story, school, mother, young ...
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culturebase.net | The international artist database | Mira Nair bio and feature article
Mira Nair - Indian Filmmaker Mira Nair - Mira Nair Biography ... bio from Indobase Indians Abroad
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Movies
Directed by Mira Nair: Best to Worst - Ranker
"Homeless and Hungry Youths of India" Barbara Croissette from The New York
Times, December
23, 1990
Delhi Deluge of Colour and Movement in Mira Nair's Monsoon ... Rose Capp from Senses of Cinema, December 29, 2001
BFI | Sight & Sound |
Henna And Cellphones Geoffrey
Macnab on Monsoon Wedding for Sight and Sound, January 2002
Whirlwind |
The New Yorker John Lahr,
December 9, 2002
11'09”01-
September 11: The Rest is Silence • Senses of Cinema Christos Tsiolkas, January 24, 2003
Salaam Cambridge!
Mira Nair in Retrospect - Harvard Film Archive May 2 – 4, 2003
Mira
Nair's Movie Magic - Khabar Magazine
Murali Kamma, September 2004
BBC NEWS | South Asia | Mira Nair - it's just not Bollywood Soutik Biswas from BBC News, June 15, 2005
The
Two Worlds Of Director Mira Nair - Washington Post Michael O’Sullivan, March 16, 2007
"Personal
Sound Effects: A Night Out with Mira Nair" Winter Miller from The New York Times,
Bollywood
to honour Mira Nair with 'Pride of India' award Hindustan
Times,
Mira Nair’s latest film project takes the message to Indian cinema halls India HIV/AIDS Prevention Goes Bollywood, by Lea Terhune from America.gov, July 3, 2007
Mira Nair on the Art of
Directing | Asia Society Sulagna Ghosh, December 10, 2009
Women and
Media SP2010: Mira Nair
Zoila Rojas, April 23, 2010
Mira
Nair on 'The Reluctant Fundamentalist' - The New York Times April 21, 2013
Mira
Nair: Between Two Worlds — SF Film Society Blog Michael Fox, April 12, 2016
5 of the Best Films From Director Mira Nair | Tribeca Shortlist August 8, 2016
In
'Queen of Katwe,' Mira Nair considers chess, poverty and the ... Mark Olsen from The LA Times, September 22, 2016
'Queen
of Katwe': How Mira Nair Merged Africa and Disney | IndieWire Anne Thompson, September 22, 2016
Things
I've Learned as a Moviemaker: Mira Nair - MovieMaker Magazine Mira Nair, September 25, 2016
Nair, Mira They Shoot Pictures, Don’t They
BOMB Magazine: Mira Nair by Ameena Meer Interview by Ameena Meer from Bomb magazine, summer 1991
Interview:
Mira Nair | Film | The Guardian
Geoffrey Macnab interview, September 13, 2001
Mira Nair interview with International Herald Tribune Interview by Joan Dupont, September 21, 2001
BFI | Sight & Sound |
Henna And Cellphones Geoffrey
Macnab interviews the director for Sight
and Sound, January 2002
Mira
Nair | Film | The Guardian Interview
by Bonnie Greer from The Guardian,
QUESTIONS
FOR MIRA NAIR: All's Fair Interview
by Deborah Solomon from The New York
Times,
Mira Nair Interview | TheCinemaSource.com 3-page interview by Michael Dance (2005)
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Nair Returns to Her Roots, interview by Paul Fischer from Film Monthly,
Namesake Interview Santosh Desai interviews the director from
Rediff,
Unbridled
with Life: Interview with Mira Nair | PopMatters Cynthia Fuchs interview from Pop Matters, March 21, 2007
Mira Nair – Mother
Jones Interview by Amayra
Rivera from Mother Jones magazine,
March/April 2007
Interview:
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Mira Nair is India Abroad Person of the Year 2007 Rediff, March 29, 2008
Mira Nair, Abraham Verghese in conversation Interview by Arthur J. Paris from Rediff, February 12, 2009
DNA:
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Charlie Rose - Mira Nair Video interviews by Charlie Rose May 15, 1995 (16 minutes), May 1, 2002 (19 minutes), October 1, 2004 (16 minutes), and March 19, 2007 (19 minutes)
Mira
Nair and the Pakistani Dream - Page - Interview Magazine Emma Brown interview, April 24, 2013
On
my radar: Mira Nair | Culture | The Guardian Interview by Corrine Jones, April 27, 2013
A
Conversation with Mira Nair | Create Maris Curran video interview, March 7, 2016,
also seen from Filmmaker magazine
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The Village Voice [Leslie Camhi]
"Come back a film star!" a ticket agent in Salaam
Mira Nair's compelling, neorealist first feature emerged on
The director's experience making documentaries served her
well as she worked for weeks with the kids who inhabit
Washington Post [Rita Kempley]
"Salaam
Nair's film has been compared to Hector Babenco's chilling "Pixote," a Brazilian look at a 10-year-old street criminal, but hers is a more compassionate, though equally troubling, portrait. There's a wistfulness about it, a camaraderie, that gives it the feel of a coming-of-age movie. Though on the dark side, it is exactly that -- a distorted passage for its boy hero, who experiences first love, disillusionment and death.
Shafiq Syed, a ragpicker in real life, plays the leading role of
When he arrives in
There will be no rich relative to rescue this Oliver, no Spielbergian magic a` la "E.T." But the ending does seem to come out of nowhere, overwrought and melodramatic. Nair and screenwriter Sooni Taraporevala aren't really great storytellers, but they are streetwise. Shot on a low budget, down and dirty and on location, "Salaam Bombay!" is like being there, if there is where you want to be.
Salaam Bombay! Mis(representing) Child Labor, by Jyotika Virdi from Jump Cut, July 1992
Planet Bollywood - Film Review Shahid Khan
The Gline DVD review Serdar Yegulalp
Linda Lopez McAlister (c/o inforM Women's Studies)
DVD Verdict Barrie Maxwell
Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun-Times
The New York Times (Vincent Canby)
Film Intuition Jen Johans
Denzel Washington stars in Mira Nair’s follow-up to her
critical smash Salaam
Austin Chronicle (Kathleen Maher)
The lure of the exotic attracts the characters played by
Washington and Choudhury and that's this movie's primary appeal as well, but it
is the tender love story and sweet human comedy that makes the audience commit
for the long haul. When the two young lovers see each other across a crowded
dance floor, they're unaware they're looking across a chasm of old history. And
when they come together, inevitably drawn by chemistry, they little realize
they've set into motion old forces that will make love more difficult than
lust. Like the proud African-Americans in
Washington Post [Rita Kempley]
Indian director Mira Nair's "Mississippi Masala" is a savory multiracial stew that boils over the melting pot and onto the range -- as in home on -- when Denzel Washington and Sarita Choudhury turn up the flames. An utterly infectious romance between an African American and an Indian African emigre, this seductively funny film measures the pull of roots against the tug of heartstrings. It is also a lesson in the pitfalls of color-consciousness.
Though set mostly in provincial
Demetrius, a sweet hunk, is almost living the American Dream as the indebted proprietor of a one-van carpet-cleaning business. His clientele by and large are the Indians whose extended families run the motels in the vicinity, a business relationship that is jeopardized when Demetrius is drawn to Mina like a cat to a sunny ledge. An amazingly sensual couple, they fall truly, madly, deeply in love. But this is a "West Side Story" for the '90s, and both communities decry the relationship -- all for a few shades of brown, as Demetrius points out.
Nair underscores this thought with her warm, richly visual portraits of the
quirky motel Indians and Demetrius's close-knit family. A Harvard-educated
Indian, she proves every bit as savvy an anthropologist in
Sooni Taraporevala, who wrote "Salaam Bombay!," took Nair's idea
of making a movie about the hierarchy of color and turned it into this masala,
which in
The story loses its focus when it leaves
DVD Verdict Michael Rankins
Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun-Times
The New York Times (Vincent Canby)
Mira
Nair, the director of Mississippi Masala and Salaam
New York Times (registration
req'd) Janet
Maslin
Mira Nair's voluptuously pretty "Kama Sutra" follows Maya (Indira Varma), a 16th-century Indian Cosmo girl, as she learns the ways of love. Not all these ways are what you might expect, given that the film takes its title from the fourth-century Indian text famed for its enterprising sexual diagrams. For every interesting use of a phrase like "twisting of the creeper," the film carries plenty of other baggage. Much of it follows Maya's troubles in finding Mr. Right.
In a visually lovely film that summons an alluring impression
of her native
Maya, first seen in girlhood, has a lifelong rival in Tara
(Sarita Choudhury, a star of Ms. Nair's "Mississippi Masala"), who is
a princess. Maya is
Sure enough, on the eve of Tara's wedding to the handsome
king, Raj Singh (Naveen Andrews, who plays Kip in "The English
Patient"), Maya glides into his bedchamber and shows exactly how the Dance
of Enticement gets results. While the virginal bride is being taught by her
elders that she should allow the groom to put a beetlenut in her mouth, Maya
takes a more direct approach. As a consequence of this candlelit tryst, Raj
Singh becomes obsessed with her, and
"Kama Sutra," which is subtitled "A Tale of Love," then moves on in sari-ripping style to involve Maya with a second virile, long-haired hunk. Jai Kumar (Ramon Tikaram) is a sculptor who becomes fascinated with Maya's form and enlists her as a model. Maya falls in love with him, though the increasingly dissipated king also continues to pursue her. Poor Tara, who embodies the powerlessness of women without Kama Sutra skills in this culture, must take comfort in her queenly stature while Raj Singh smokes opium and chases courtesans.
What will be better remembered than this story, or than Rasa Devi's occasional instructions in how to bestow scratch marks, are this film's exotic look and its enjoyable languor. It is best not to wonder too closely why Maya's two lovers strip down to loincloths and engage in a wrestling match, or how Maya puts on or removes her chain mail made of pearls.
Ms. Varma, a swanlike actress making her film debut, has the physical grace her role demands and makes a lovely ornament at the center of this story (written by Ms. Nair and Helena Kriel). She and the film's other players are captivatingly photographed by Declan Quinn, who shot "Leaving Las Vegas" and whose work is equally luminous and colorful here.
Planet Bollywood - Film Review Amy Laly
Linda Lopez McAlister (c/o inforM Women's Studies)
James Berardinelli's ReelViews
Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun-Times
Rarely do films come along that are as intelligent,
exuberant, and moving as Monsoon Wedding. Director Mira Nair's
kaleidoscopic portrait of an Indian family preparing for their daughter's
marriage takes a cue from Robert Altman
and succeeds in creating a vivid panoply of characters and telling a variety of
stories. In under two hours, Nair manages to reflect on Indian culture, class
differences, and matters of the heart, all the while entertaining her audience
immensely.
The bride of Monsoon Wedding is Aditi Verma (Vashundhara
Das). Her parents, Lalit (Naseeruddin
Shah) and Pimmi (Lillete Dubey),
have arranged her betrothal to an engineer named Hemant (Parvin Dabas),
who lives in
The complexity inherent in marrying someone one barely knows is only one of
the many subjects swirling through Nair's film. There's a lovely romantic
subplot, which limns class differences in
It's a pretty big challenge to keep up with all of the characters in Monsoon Wedding, and some of them get short shrift. Kamini Khanna — as a zaftig, earthy cousin named Shashi — steals all of the scenes she's in, which are too few. And the members of Hemant's family are given equally scant screen time — even the wonderful Roshan Seth as his father, Mohan. But the stories Nair chooses to tell in-depth are so worthwhile that the ones not narrated aren't missed so much.
Besides Sabrina Dhawan's terrific script, Monsoon Wedding also offers gorgeous decors and entrancing music. The colored strips of cloth used to garland the wedding area recall the long bolts of silk hung throughout Zhang Yimou's Ju Dou. The costumes and jewelry, especially in the climactic wedding scene, will send aspiring designers into paroxysms of sketching. And the songs — from Shashi's a capella performance to the harmonizing at a henna-painting gathering to the beat-infused numbers played during the festivities — will have many rushing out to buy the soundtrack.
What makes this film more than just a cultural celebration is the
particularity with which the story is told. Terrific scenes like the ones where
Lalit breaks down in front of his wife or when Ria expresses her relief at
being freed of her secret wouldn't work if Monsoon Wedding's characters
weren't developed as well as they are. After the disastrous Kama Sutra, Nair has
returned to make good on the promise she showed in Salaam Bombay and Mississippi Masala. Like the
torrential rainstorms that permeate
Washington Post [Ann Hornaday]
Exploding on the screen in a riot of movement,
music and color, "Monsoon Wedding" gives the lie to Diana Vreeland's
observation that pink is the navy blue of
A spirited, sprawling tale of the days leading up to an arranged marriage, "Monsoon Wedding" combines the voluptuous production values of the most lurid Bollywood musicals, the class dynamics of "Upstairs, Downstairs" and the family melodrama of "Dallas" to create an exuberantly vivid portrait of contemporary India. If the movie ultimately becomes a bit too besotted with its own beauty, it nonetheless provides a visually dazzling and deeply affectionate glimpse of the tensions and traditions that animate much of modern Indian life.
Directed by Mira Nair ("Salaam Bombay!," "Mississippi Masala") and written by Sabrina Dhawan, the film takes place in Delhi at the dripping peak of monsoon season, when purple clouds hang low over the city's verdant suburbs and everyone's skin takes on a lustrous, sweaty sheen. The action opens on Lalit Verma (Naseeruddin Shah) nervously overseeing the impending marriage of his daughter, Aditi (Vasundhara Das), riding herd over Dubey (Vijay Raaz), a manic wedding planner, and keeping track of the dozens of cousins, nieces, nephews,imminent in-laws and other members of the Delhi diaspora who seem to arrive every minute.
Aditi's intended, Hemant (Parvin Dabas), seems like a nice enough bloke, but she still has issues with her former lover – the married host of an edgy TV talk show. Her hands may be beautifully hennaed, but her feet are decidedly cold. Meanwhile, the bride's cousin, Ria (Shefali Shetty), knows more than she's saying about a visiting uncle, the bride's little brother (Ishaan Nair) is rehearsing a dance number for the reception with too much enthusiasm for his father's comfort, and Dubey finds that he is the target of many a doe-eyed glance from the Vermas' lovely maid, Alice (Tilotama Shome).
Few of these narrative strands will lead anywhere
surprising, but the appeal of "Monsoon Wedding" doesn't lie in its
story so much as in its captivating visual style and loose, off-the-cuff verve.
Cinematographer Declan Quinn, who gave
Nair and her crew shot "Monsoon Wedding" on a skinny budget in some 30 days, and Quinn's photography reflects that pared-down energy. Whether he's moving through teeming Delhi streets in the middle of a rainstorm, observing masses of orange marigolds pressed (and cut and garlanded and woven) into service for the wedding, or intimately observing the mendhi ceremony during which the bride's attendants decorate her hands with henna, he brilliantly captures the texture, palette and indefatigable energy of a culture in which dot-coms and cell phones exist side by side with the most ancient and cherished of rituals.
In the production notes accompanying "Monsoon
Wedding," Nair says that she sought to capture "the intoxicating zest
for life" of the
By the time the groom arrives, crowned with the ubiquitous marigolds and riding a richly festooned white horse, "Monsoon Wedding's" narrative limitations are clear. But they are easily forgiven in the face of Nair's infectious love for the fervid energy of her homeland, and the many sensuous felicities with which she conveys it.
Part of the sorcery of movies is their ability to transport you to a place you've never been. Even more magical is if, when you're done marvelling at the unfamiliar land and culture, you discover that the people inhabiting this strange world are not that different from you. Love, anger, hate, pain, guilt, longing, and loss--these basic human emotions have no cultural limitations. The humanity pulsing beneath the trappings and traditions of any society is common to us all.
With Monsoon Wedding, director Mira Nair (Salaam
Bombay, Mississippi Masala) returns once again to her homeland. If you're
as unfamiliar with modern
Set during the rainy season in Delhi, Monsoon Wedding is a romantic comedy/drama that unfolds during the three days that elapse between a traditionally arranged engagement and planned wedding of two young people who have never met, Aditi Verma (Vasandhara Das, an Indian recording artist) and Hemant Rai (Parvin Dabas). Concentrating two vast families in a confined space, the celebration causes an explosion of subplots, some comedic and romantic and some decidedly not.
To get to the point at which the movie begins, Aditi and
Hemant have agreed to allow their parents to choose their lifelong mates. The
anomaly is that there's seemingly nothing traditional about either one of these
young people. Aditi is getting over an affair with her married and somewhat
smarmy ex-boss, a TV talk show host. Hemant is an engineer who lives in
Nair and writer Sabrina Dhawan never spell out an explanation, but the bitter taste of the affair may have something to do with Aditi's motives. As for Hemant, he doesn't think there's any substantive difference between meeting in a bar and being introduced by one's parents. He means that any marriage is an act of faith. The foundation of a successful marriage lies in the kind of trust, communication, and intimacy that takes years to build. Any marriage is a risk, and even if it is born out of romantic passion, the partners can never be certain that their foundations are solid enough to build a lifelong union.
Is he right? Aditi's parents, Lalit (the great Indian actor Naseeruddin Shah) and Pimmi (Lillete Dubey), are an illustrative example. A product of an arranged wedding themselves, they seem to be a typical married couple--but is that a good thing or a bad thing? They seem distant, and they argue about their young son Varun (Ishaan Nair), whom Lalit sees as too soft and wants to send to boarding school. We don't get a sense of their marriage's health until the end of the film.
The bride herself is having second thoughts. Sensing Aditi's
apprehension, her unconventional cousin Ria (Shefali Shetty) begins to stir up
trouble. Meanwhile, alongside the arranged wedding proceedings more modern
romantic liaisons develop. Another cousin, sultry young Ayesha (Neha Dubey),
sets her eyes on Rahul (Randeep Hooda), a college student home from
Even when exploring difficult areas, Nair keeps the tone light and lively. With her premise, she has given herself a great deal of room to explore her own culture and the full palette of human relationships. One can argue that the presentation of some of the conflicts and unions is a little facile, particularly given the short three-day time frame.
With overwhelming beauty and charm (not to mention great
music), Monsoon Wedding gets you not to care about any of that. Even the
most improbable storyline, P.K. and
Monsoon Wedding: A Marigold Tapestry Criterion essay by Pico Iyer, October 19,
2009
Monsoon Wedding
(2001) - The Criterion Collection
Delhi
Deluge of Colour and Movement in Mira Nair's Monsoon ... Rose Capp from Senses of Cinema, December 29, 2001
BFI | Sight & Sound |
Henna And Cellphones Geoffrey
Macnab interviews the director for Sight
and Sound, January 2002
Monsoon Wedding (2002)
| PopMatters Jocelyn
Sczepaniak-Gillece
Monsoon
Wedding (The Criterion Collection) | PopMatters Shaun Huston, November 12, 2009
Planet Bollywood - Film Review Akshay Shah
World Socialist Web Site Joanne Laurrier
Jigsaw Lounge (Neil Young) : "exactly and approximately" (7/10)
Dragonfly,
Monsoon Wedding, and Big Bad Love reviewed. David Edelstein from Slate
“Monsoon Wedding” - Salon.com Charles Taylor
Criterion
Confessions: MONSOON WEDDING - #489
Jamie S. Rich, Criterion
Monsoon Wedding Blu-ray - Blu-ray.com Svet Atanasov, Criterion Blu-Ray
Monsoon Wedding - Criterion Collection (Blu-ray) : DVD Talk Review ... Thomas Spurlin, Criterion Blu-Ray
Monsoon Wedding
Blu-ray Review | High Def Digest Dredw
Taylor, Criterion Blu-Ray
Film Journal International (David Noh)
The Tech (MIT) [Jonathan Choi]
The Village Voice [Michael Atkinson]
James Berardinelli's ReelViews
Apollo Movie Guide [Brian Webster]
Philadelphia City Paper [Sam Adams]
Chicago Tribune [Michael Wilmington]
Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun-Times
New York Times (registration req'd) Elvis Mitchell
DVDBeaver.com - [Albert Michael]
Monsoon
Wedding Blu-ray - Criterion Mira Nair - DVD Beaver
San Francisco Chronicle [Carla Meyer]
"Hysterical Blindness" is proof that miscasting
doesn't have to wreck a picture. In the HBO film showing Sunday, Uma Thurman
plays a high-strung 1980s
Yet Thurman so commits herself to the role, eyes blazing and body akimbo, that you start to believe that such a creature could exist -- an exquisite- looking woman so spastic and needy that she repulses regular Joes. Thurman has bent the role to her will.
As the film's executive producer, she also surrounded herself
with some very talented women. Juliette Lewis and Gena Rowlands, both pros at
playing quiet desperation, ground the film as Thurman's best friend and Thurman's
mother. Director Mira Nair invests the movie's working-class
Female movie characters usually get to be difficult and neurotic only if they're also upscale and adorable, like Meg Ryan. Working-class women generally appear on screen because they're heroic or criminal. Nair and writer Laura Cahill dare to build a movie around some flawed but rather unexceptional women, emerging with a fine character study that's short on plot but rich in the tiny revelations of real life.
Thurman's character is tough to like. She's so stressed that she temporarily loses her sight ("hysterical blindness") while toiling at her data- processing job. It's not enough to be uncomfortable in her own skin; she has to make everybody else miserable, too, like the handsome construction worker (Justin Chambers, intriguingly aloof) whose mild show of interest fuels her wild romantic fantasies.
Women will always look for love in the wrong places, and men
will continue to not call them back. The picture didn't need to be set in 1987
or in
Lewis seems at home in this acid-washed world, as a single mom who's more stable than her friend but just as stuck. Lewis' face catches about five emotions per second, showing this woman's guilt at leaving her kid home while she carouses, mixed with a fear that she might miss something if she goes home.
In her ability to play poignantly real women, Lewis resembles Debra Winger.
And Gena Rowlands. Rowlands' aging waitress here is bone-weary and wincing, a woman who's been delivered a steady stream of disappointments. She's still got enough fire, however, to respond to the attention of a customer played by Ben Gazzara. These two Cassavetes vets bring a cozy, well-worn affection to the romance.
Thurman's character is threatened by her mom's boyfriend, and the difficult relationship between the women is the film's foundation. The mother, like everybody else, must walk on eggshells around her flinty daughter. There's a lovely scene where Thurman crawls in bed beside her mom, and Rowlands seems fully capable of soothing the misplaced anger right out of her.
Handheld camera work gives "Hysterical Blindness" an easy intimacy, but the gritty nature of the film precludes director Nair's other signature: Bollywood- style exultation. Except in one scene, when the ladies -- Rowlands and Lewis' kid included -- dance to Cyndi Lauper's "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" as the camera swoops around them. The moment is forced, too cute by half -- and positively wonderful.
digitallyOBSESSED.com (Joel Cunningham)
What Hysterical Blindness
lacks in compelling plotting, it makes up for with great direction, sharp
dialogue, and a stellar cast. It's an interesting slice-of-life character
piece, but not much happens, and what does isn't deep, or complex, or worthy of
much analysis. Instead, we spy on three women as they go about their lives in a
small town in the mid-1980s; we share their sadness and their desperation, and
we leave them, not understanding exactly the significance of their stories, but
caring about them deeply as characters.
Debby (Uma Thurman) and Beth (Juliette Lewis) are instantly recognizable, the
kind of girls who finished high school but never bothered to leave home or move
on. They're stuck in dead end jobs, their only means of amusement the local bar
(which they visit every night, high hair sprayed into submission, clad in
garish spandex). Debby is particularly unbalanced—she is so sad and stressed by
work and romance, she suffers bouts of anxiety-induced blindness. She gloms on
to guys at the bar, mistaking their casual politeness for something more,
unaware of the waves of neediness she exudes. Beth, meanwhile, distractedly
cares for her daughter, not quite mature enough to handle her responsibility,
and Debby's mother Virginia (Gena Rowlands) shyly starts a relationship with a
retired man (Ben Gazzara) who always sits in her section at the diner where she
waits tables.
The script, written by Laura Cahill and based on her play, delights in the
small details—the nightly routine at the bar where the two friends drink, the
social hierarchy in the break room where Debby works—but loses the larger
details. We watch Debby and Virginia moving through their respective romances,
see them experience pain and small pleasures, and after an hour and a half, I
feel like I've gotten to know them intimately, but I'm not sure why—there's
little to analyze, other than the obvious symbolic nature of Debby's fits of
sightlessness. This is certainly apparent at the end, when Cahill forces an
emotional climax and resolution, rushing her characters towards a happy ending
without allowing then to wallow properly in their depression. It's very
disconcerting, and a little false.
Mira Nair is the perfect director for the project. Her work has a compassion
and warmth that allows for immediate identity and empathy (see Salaam Bombay!
or Monsoon Wedding).
Her loose, handheld style here is entirely effective—it feels like we're
watching these people from the corner of the room, darting here and there to
get a better look.
Nair is also obviously a whiz with actors, as the three leads all deliver
outstanding, wrenching performances. Juliette Lewis is a little broad, but
that's ok; her character is the comic relief, after all, and her chemistry with
Thurman is genuine. Uma Thurman is, literally, so good, it's painful. She
strips away all of her usual tics, her measured, aloof mannerisms, and delivers
an emotionally naked performance that's never less than devastating—she cuts
her heart open and lets Debby's misery and anguish bleed all over the screen.
Rowland is softer, more controlled, but no less heartfelt—she has a scene in
which she has to react to some very bad news over the phone, and just by
watching her face, you understand what she's hearing as clearly as if you could
hear the other end of the call.
Hysterical Blindness might work
better as a play. On film, even with Nair's assured eye, it feels stage-y and
stifled. But watch it for the performances, passionate and alive.
DVD Verdict: Hysterical Blindness Elizabeth Skipper
The Village Voice [Leslie Camhi]
Our culture of celebrity is such that, during the opening scenes of Vanity Fair, Mira Nair's exuberant screen adaptation of William Makepeace Thackeray's darkly satirical novel, I found myself thinking of Vanity Fair the magazine—specifically, the September issue's cover story on the movie's star, Reese Witherspoon. There we learn that, though she brings home a $15 million paycheck, she still looks great and makes time for the children.
What woman wouldn't want to have it all? Thackeray's heroine, Becky Sharp (played by Witherspoon), certainly does. She rises from obscure and shady origins through early-19th-century polite society to conquer the hearts and wallets of more than one bourgeois or aristocratic gentleman. Toying with the limits of propriety, she reveals the social order's hollowness while reveling in its splendors.
One might have imagined an updated Vanity Fair (à la Clueless)
unfolding between
As the movie opens, orphaned Becky leaves the loathed Miss Pinkerton's Academy in the company of her only friend, gentle, highborn Amelia Sedley (Romola Garai), to take her new position as governess in the country estate of the eccentric Sir Pitt Crawley (Bob Hoskins). From that humble post she launches her assault, enchanting by turns the baronet; his wealthy, city-dwelling, spinster sister (Eileen Atkins); and his feckless second son, a military man played by the magnetic James Purefoy.
And that's only the beginning. Thackeray's tome runs to some 700-plus pages, with an unwieldy cast (for the most part, ably embodied here) and epic scope that moves from a young girl's love letters to the Battle of Waterloo. (The corpse-strewn battlefield is one of the most striking set pieces.) For the film, a team of screenwriters had condensed it into a hectic 140 minutes. But the pacing feels choppy, and the characters' emotions are sometimes too sudden to be believable. (One exception is Rhys Ifans, affecting as Amelia's long-suffering and neglected suitor.)
Witherspoon's Sharp seems tailored to fit contemporary
feminism's Third Wave—a can-do heroine of unstoppable ambition. It's a role
that's worked for her before (the Tracy Flick of Election), though here
her ability to play herself seems a jarring limitation. She's best with Becky
mid-career. When the story turns darker, she's all
Film Threat [Pete Vonder Haar]
Every year, it seems,
movie audiences are subjected to another period film that reminds them once
again of the glory of the
Vanity Fair, the novel, was an exposé of the greed and corruption in English society during the Napoleonic wars, while Nair’s film is…less so. Thackeray’s characters were written almost wholly without sympathy, which led critics to accuse him of being too cynical. Contemporary scholars tend to find him overly sentimental, which doesn’t prove much, except that academics can never make up their minds. Nair, on the other hand, presents her protagonists in a more sympathetic light.
The character of Becky Sharp (Reese Witherspoon), the orphaned daughter of an English artist and a French chorus girl, is the template by which all gold diggers in subsequent literary and cinematic efforts should be judged. In Thackeray’s novel, she is conniving, unsympathetic, and dedicated to her own social advancement over anything else, including being a wife and mother. When we are first introduced to her, it is apparent that she will stop at nothing to achieve what she perceives to be her deserved place in high society.
She starts by leaving Pinkerton’s, her orphanage/finishing school, with her best (and only) friend Amelia Sedley (Romola Garai). Becky has a job waiting for her as a governess, but she takes some time to flirt with Amelia’s socially awkward brother Jos (Tony Maudsley), whom Amelia thinks would be a good match for her. The idea is nixed by George Osborne (Jonathan Rhys-Meyers), Amelia’s effete prick of a fiancé, who convinces Jos that Becky is beneath him.
Undaunted, Becky assumes her job looking after the children of Sir Pitt
Crawley (Bob Hoskins), where she wins over his household and, more importantly,
his rich aunt Matilde (Eileen Atkins), who finds something of a kindred spirit
in Becky. Soon, Matilde has invited the governess to come with her to
But there’s no time for that now; Napoleon is on the march, and Rawdon and
George, both soldiers, are soon sent off to
Back in
There are some good performances in “Vanity Fair.” Witherspoon continues to show her range after stalling a bit with Legally Blonde 2 and Sweet Home Alabama (it’s hard to believe “Freeway’s” Vanessa Lutz is all grown up). Her Becky is canny enough, but lacks some of the venom of her literary forebear. Besides, the best lines are reserved for Atkins, who has the bulk of the film’s laugh out loud moments, and Byrne, whose verbal assault on his wife and daughter-in-law at their dining room table is the stuff of movie legend.
(And if the Academy gave an Oscar for Best Cleavage, “Vanity Fair” would be the odds-on favorite. Guys, if period pieces aren’t your bag and the missus is forcing you to see this, at least you’ll have plenty to look at.)
Pacing is a problem, however. Nair must have reached a point about three-quarters of the way through principal photography when she realized she’d barely shot half the script. From about the 90-minute mark on, "Vanity Fair" seems rushed and disjointed, as major plot points come fast and furious with little narrative exposition, and none of this is helped by the sheer tonnage of melodrama playing out on screen. The hurried fashion in which the movie wraps up and the tacked on “happy ending,” where hope is found anew and all dangling plot threads are wrapped up in a scant ten minutes, transforms “Vanity Fair” from an examination of a woman who will do anything to get what she wants into a below par love story, albeit one with great costumes.
Nair’s use of her homeland as a significant element adds color to the
proceedings, but a tacked on scene where Steyne puts Becky in the Indian
version of “A Chorus Line” stops the film dead. And one can't help wondering if
enjoying the film’s denouement in
“Vanity Fair” offers a generally clever and well-acted respite from the usual seizure-inducing summer movie fare. It’s by no means a classic, but the dialogue and high caliber of performances mean you’ll get your money’s worth, especially if you’re really into empire waistlines and that infamous English haughtiness.
PopMatters Cynthia Fuchs
Film Journal International (Erica Abeel)
The Onion A.V. Club [Keith Phipps]
DVD Times Anthony Nield
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Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun-Times
New York Times (registration req'd) Stephen Holden
We
all come out of Gogol’s Overcoat.
Something of a feel good movie, based on Jhumpa Lahiri's popular novel, the film takes us
through a global immersion of mixed cultural messages, most of it saturated in
the distinctively Indian musical score by DJ Nitin Sawhney, along with a colorful palette accentuated by the distinguished
camerawork of Frederick Elmes, David Lynch’s cameraman on ERASERHEAD, BLUE
VELVET, and WILD AT HEART, a man who finds amazing street venues in both
Calcutta, India, and New York City, both cities teeming with the rhythms and
vitality of life. The appeal of both
locations is necessary in this film, as it’s the story of a family that is
rooted to their home (
Opening on a fateful train ride in India where a man is reading Gogol’s
short story, The Overcoat, the story
follows that young man, Irrfan Khan, into a curiously liberated family arranged
marriage to the lovely Bollywood actress Tabu, both emigrating to America where
he has a job waiting as a college professor.
The imagery tells all, as the
scenes from
Some of the best scenes are communal images, the crowded wedding
sequences, a family retreat to
The pangs of migration, which run through much of Indian-American writing was the theme of the film. And the audience comprised those who could resonate with it by virtue of their own variety of the experience.
A Salman Rushdie-Padma Lakshmi-Mira Nair billing guaranteed
the success of the premiere of The Namesake
as the opening event of Aroon Shivdasani's sixth Indo-American Arts Council
film festival in
The event was Indian American to the core, with its celebrities thronging the hall and delaying the performance by chatting away much beyond the social hour.
What sets The Namesake apart from the other Indian nostalgia-cum-rebellion movies is the sensitivity with which the writer Jhumpa Lahiri and the director Mira Nair have treated the story.
Tabu, apparently Mira's third choice for the lead role, lifted Ashima, the Bengali bride, who had more than her share of stress and trauma, to the level of a heroine of legendary proportions. The serenity and calm on her face even at the height of emotional drama, speak volumes of her innate strength, which initially prompts her to accept the challenge of a life abroad.
When she is told at the traditional 'bride viewing' about the loneliness of housewives abroad, her response is that, after all, 'he' will be with her and she hardly knew him! She faces adversity stoically and has a life as a singer beyond the dissolution of her family and her husband's death. Her grief is dignified and her acting restrained.
Irrfan Khan as Ashoke Ganguly is the perfect Bengali
intellectual, to whom books gave the joy of travel without moving an inch.
Nikolai Gogol, the mystic writer from the
It is a copy of Gogol's Overcoat that changes his life in more ways than one, but he does not even try to persuade his son not to change his name into Nikhil, an uncanny adaptation of Nikolai. He is an extraordinary liberal father when it comes to his children and there is hardly any clash between father and son on account of their cultural identities.
He clings to his values and culture, but does not resent the customs of others, even a peck on the cheek by his son's girlfriend. He accepts the transition with dignity and even trains his wife for a life without him by moving to another city for a while.
Even the way he faces death, without protesting against his
having to wait in line for medical attention makes him an embodiment of pathos.
He may be a bit unreal in the context of desi culture in the
Kal Penn is an unusual Indian name, but as Gogol, he is the
epitome of the second-generation desi in
Gogol's relationship with his mother and father is portrayed in a subtle manner and he becomes the true hero of the movie when he handles his varied roles with equal devotion.
Others in the film, except Jacinda Barrett, Gogol's American
girlfriend, are just part of the wide canvas that Mira Nair uses to tell her
story. None of them commands individual attention. But all of them merge into
the scenery and accentuate different aspects of desi life in
Jhumpa Lahiri was not at the premiere, but it is her genius that permeates the film. Mira Nair did justice to the novel by her casting, her sympathy for the theme, which, she said, was her own story in a way, and her superb sense of timing. The opening scene in an Indian train and the accident that follows bring in the change in the Ganguly family with a bang.
The film is likely to lose a couple of its explicit
sex scenes when it opens in
Indian Americans love to delve deep into their own lives and
they lap up all the desi literature and movies about themselves. But
they are very discriminating in their taste. The Bombay Dreams
musical, which did well in
Many tearjerker tales of desi nostalgia have disappeared without a trace. But The Namesake is sure to be received well when it is commercially released early next year. The celebrity audience on November 1 has already passed the verdict: "Excellent!"
T P Sreenivasan, who recently retired from
the Indian Foreign Service, was India's ambassador to the United Nations,
Vienna, and governor for India, International Atomic Energy Agency,
Vienna.
PopMatters Cynthia Fuchs
The Namesake begins at
In this moment, amid wreckage and noise and moaning
survivors, The Namesake begins again. Ashoke next appears in bed, his
face bruised nearly beyond recognition, his leg in a cast. Though the movie
doesn’t specify the process of his coming decisions, this briefly held image
intimates his thinking. He will see the world, he will move. In fact, he moves
to
Or, you could say, she selects him. Ashima (Tabu) makes her first appearance as she scurries to meet Ashoke at her parents’ home. The year is 1977, the marriage is arranged, and their first encounter is perfect. Just before she walks into the room where they wait, she peeks inside, then looks down at the shoes left outside the door. She pauses, removes her own embroidered slippers, and slides her bare feet into Ashoke’s stylish American shoes, trying out the fit. The meeting that follows is charming in a gentle, pleasant way—she recites Wordsworth ("I wandered lonely as a cloud"), Ashoke shyly smiles—but throughout, the lovely moment of the shoes lingers in your mind’s eye, an indication of their now unknowable future.
Adapted from Jhumpa Lahiri’s novel by Sooni Taraporevala, Mira Nair’s movie is laced through with such details—of color, gesture, and understanding—moments at once metaphorical and explicit, revealing complex subjective states. Attentive to surfaces as well as nuances, The Namesake is about legacies and responsibilities, ambitions and dislocations. It is also about searches for homes and origins, as these lead not back to where you’ve come from, but instead to unexpected places.
Ashoke and Ashima’s travels take them to one another and
beyond. In the movie, their roles and discoveries are extended from those in
the novel, such that they lead not only to their son Gogol, the novel’s
protagonist, but also to one another. Thus the film offers three protagonists,
their experiences intertwined, embarking on journeys back and forth in time and
between
Their initial realization is provoked when Ashima, in an
effort to be a good wife, takes Ashoke’s clothes to the laundromat, shrinking
his favorite sweater to child’s size. His upset soon becomes empathy, as she
locks herself in the bathroom, the full weight of their separate choices to
move to
Their mutual commitment expands with the birth of Gogol,
whose name is a function of the slippage between old and new that informs the
Gangulis’ lives. Waiting to receive a “good name” (a public name) from Ashima’s
grandmother back in
It’s a funny and surprising little explosion, especially as
Ashima quite embodies patience throughout the film. But it speaks to the
incongruities all the Gangulis come to feel at some point or another, in
relation to each other and their various settings. A trip to
As the family travels from
The fact that his major decisions along this route are embodied by girls he loves—the exceedingly pale and rich Maxine (Jacinda Barrett), a fellow student at Yale, and the “exotic” world traveler and fellow Bengali Moushumi (Zuleikha Robinson)—is vaguely tiresome. They’re less characters than elaborations on Gogol’s fleeting desires. Still, the film’s more consistent focus, on Gogol’s relationships with his parents, is increasingly rewarding, as their pasts and presents come together in a kind of collage—much like the colorful cutout cards Ashima pastes together at Christmas, their experiences don’t so much blend as they intersect.
Though Gogol imagines himself to be sophisticated, enlightened, and “American,” he’s also drawn back repeatedly to his family, and more specifically, to the traditions they revere. Rendered in visual impressions rather than plotty assertions, these complex relationships are affecting and unforgettable: during a phone call to Ashima, Ashoke presses his hand against the phone booth’s glass, his flesh paled by the pressure; visiting his father’s temporary apartment (during a semester when he’s teaching at another college), Gogol slips his feet into Ashoke’s shoes, much as his mother did so many years before, a gesture of intimacy and longing. Such moving details make The Namesake both exquisite and expansive.
Film Journal International (David Noh)
Mira Nair's compelling family unit of The Namesake makes
this her best film to date. Adapting Jhumpa Lahiri's novel, she tells the story
of Indian immigrants Ashima (Tabu) and Ashoke (Irrfan Khan) who emigrate from
India to New York and bring up their children, Sonia (Sahira Nair) and Gogol
(Kal Penn). The latter has been named after the famously depressed and
depressing Russian writer, which proves a source of contention, as well as
inspiration, throughout his entire life.
Few film directors have captured the real immigrant experience with the uncanny
empathy which Nair has here. It's refreshing to see such a tale, less wrapped
up with economic survival than it is with the emotional. There are no cutes-y
immigrant jokes about assimilation or funny accents: This family is, like so
many, just as well-heeled--if not more--and sophisticated as any upscale
American clan. Scenes of Gogol's encounters in a posh white world, whether at
his architecture firm or with his blonde, culturally challenged girlfriend,
Maxine, and her family and friends, have a fresh authenticity that will click
in audience minds.
The film feverishly cuts back and forth between New York and India, aptly depicting
the heady schizophrenia of immigrants torn between two homes. Aided by
Frederick Elmes' lusciously sensitive cinematography, Nair's movie is alive to
things seen and experienced for the first time by the newly arrived, be it the
frozen twig Ashima notices from her first shabby Queens apartment window to the
Taj Mahal itself, which her children gaze at in wonder. And just as perceptive
is Nair's way with her actors, who deliver a gallery of unforgettably affecting
performances.
One hopes, by the time Oscar nominations are announced next year, that Tabu's
magnificent portrayal will not be forgotten. Her range is spellbinding here,
going from the exquisite, painted young bride who, in her New World innocence,
tearfully shrinks her husband's entire wardrobe at the laundromat, to a
traditionally possessive mother ensconced in her elegant Westchester pile, and
finally, the heartbreakingly dignified widow who realizes the need to let go of
what she loves most. Khan has the less showy role, but he impresses mightily
nevertheless, with his nobility of spirit and quiet intelligence. Penn goes way
beyond the facile comedy roles he's seemed trapped in and is utterly
convincing, whether playing the callous young yuppie, too busy with Maxine (an
amusing, affecting Jacinda Barrett) to be with family, or the maturing soul who
finally realizes the depth of blood connections. As Moushumi, the Bengali girl
considered the perfect wife for him, Zuleikha Robinson conveys potent
sensuality and smarts, as Elmes' camera worships the beauty of the line of her
throat on a first date.
The Namesake is also graced with one of the best music scores heard in
years, by Nitin Sawhney. It's a pungent masala of modern raga, urban
hiphop and a lovely, surprising--and obligatory--Bollywood musical moment on
Gogol's wedding night.
Salon.com [Stephanie Zacharek]
You wouldn't envy any filmmaker entrusted with the task of adapting a novel as delicate as "The
Namesake." In Jhumpa
Lahiri's book, which opens in the late '60s, a young Bengali couple, Ashoke
and Ashima Ganguli, move to Cambridge, Mass., to start a new life and a family.
When their son is born, they don't have a name for him -- the name is to be
chosen by Ashima's elderly grandmother in
But it never does, and so Gogol keeps his makeshift name, one that begins to bother him as he reaches adolescence: It represents all his conflicted feelings about who he is and where he's come from.
All of memory, and all of life, is made up of mundane details, and the novelist's job -- as well as the filmmaker's -- is to sift through and find just the right ones. In her adaptation of "The Namesake," Mira Nair hits it right at least half the time. In places, the movie feels aimless and misshapen; it doesn't have the gentle but focused energy of Lahiri's book. And sometimes Nair goes overboard in heightening the cultural contrasts -- the inevitable incongruities between East and West -- that Lahiri navigates so subtly.
Even so, Nair (whose previous movie was the 2004 "Vanity Fair") manages to infuse the movie with not-too-cloying sweetness, perhaps partly because she knows when to back off and allow her two older actors -- Irrfan Khan, as Ashoke, and the Bollywood star Tabu, who plays Ashima -- to carry the movie. Their scenes together (and luckily they have many of them) are so lovely, and so deeply believable, that the movie's other flaws momentarily melt away.
The movie version of "The Namesake" -- the script is by Sooni
Taraporevala -- opens in India, first with a flashback, and then with the
arrangement of Ashima and Ashoke's marriage: Ashoke and his family have been
invited to Ashima's house, where the prospective bride and groom will meet for
the first time. Before Ashima, a nicely mannered young girl with an interest in
singing, even meets Ashoke, she sees his shoes in the hallway -- they're
two-tone wingtips unlike anything she's seen before. The label inside these
exotic oxfords reads (a bit too clearly, given that the shoes are so worn)
"Made in
Nair has moved the story's early setting from 1960s Cambridge to 1980s New York, specifically Queens, and we see Ashoke -- a bespectacled professor who must have looked middle-aged even as a teenager -- explaining the intricacies of a subway map to his timid and bewildered wife, or offering to make her a cup of tea. Ashoke and Ashima eventually have two children, Gogol and Sonia (from adolescence to adulthood, they're played by Kal Penn and Sahira Nair), who grow up to be so-called typical American kids, even as their parents unthinkingly cling to many of the old ways: We see Gogol and Sonia plopping down to eat at the family's kitchen table, with knife and fork, while Ashoke still scoops up rice with his fingers.
Gogol doesn't exactly reject his family, but he gradually distances himself,
becoming engrossed in the new life he's found with his sophisticated,
upper-class American girlfriend, Maxine (Jacinda Barrett). Gogol's confusion
and frustration are the cornerstone of Lahiri's book -- and the focus of Nair's
movie, too: The problem is that Penn isn't, at least not yet, a graceful enough
actor to carry so much dramatic weight. Penn is wonderful in the picture he's
best known for, the 2004 "Harold
and Kumar Go to White Castle" (a pleasurable stoner comedy that speaks
volumes about race in
It also suffers in comparison with those of Khan and, especially, Tabu. Nair's approach is sometimes too heavy-handed in "The Namesake": For example, she has Maxine show up at an Indian memorial service in a dressy black tank top, while everyone else is covered up with sleeves and saris. Clueless as Americans can be, a character like Maxine would certainly know that you don't wear a tank top, even a nice one, to a funeral, but Nair seems to have added this detail to enhance the distinction between Maxine's world and Gogol's, and the extra hammering isn't necessary.
But Nair clearly feels at ease with Tabu and Khan. Their scenes are the ones that breathe most naturally; their grace feels unforced and unrehearsed. Nair shows us the newlywed couple in bed together, modestly clothed, and suggests, without overstatement, that the tentativeness with which they respond to each other's touch has more to do with passion than with restraint. In a later scene, Ashima teases Ashoke when he offers a thinly veiled expression of his love for her. She asks him, flirtatiously, if he wants her to say in response "I love you," as American couples do.
Khan plays Ashoke not as a bumbler but as a shy, thoughtful person who takes satisfaction and pleasure in having built a good life for himself and his family; Khan gets subtleties like that across with just a glance, or a small half-smile. And Tabu -- a great beauty with deeply expressive eyes and a smile capable of betraying a little sadness in the corners -- plays Ashima as a woman who's frustrated and slightly heartbroken by her wayward son's indifference. Yet her children aren't everything to her. The movie version of "The Namesake" -- like the book it's based on -- isn't just about the bond between parents and children, but about that between husbands and wives. Ashima and Ashoke barely touch in "The Namesake." But their romance -- one that, like real-life romance, includes all kinds of suffering, joy and petty annoyances -- ends up being both the backbone and the heart of the movie.
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Terrific, tongue-in-cheek humor, a kind of mock documentary about the perils of democracy, told in a kind of “King Lear” style set in this tiny riverside village, where the village Lord decides to honor his noble servant by bestowing upon him a medal and giving him a dog, from which the villager’s lives are forever haunted, as the dog kills a duck, bites a young boy, and is rumored to be carrying rabies just to wreak havoc on the villagers by the Lord, who has freed them from his imperial servitude. The deadpan humor of the hair salon and the Lord’s elders could be out of a Monty Python skit, and it is only after a meeting on the plains where the villagers return the dog to the Lord that any peace prevails. The film features non-professional actors, local folk music, and brightly colored costumes, the camera captures wonderful portrait images, there’s very little dialogue, and the film meanders at a languorous pace, clocking in at 74 minutes, produced by flying elephant films.
A film that treads no new ground, it’s a light breezy comedy that mixes silly, ridiculous humor with the serious difficulty people have relating to others, especially when they’re single and lonely. Using Vegas-like jazzed up music that could just as easily be Tom Jones or Robert Goulet, where it’s actually the style of music played at weddings, Gérard Depardieu latches onto the shyest guy at a wedding, sour-faced and insecure Jean-Paul Rouve, and turns this into a buddy movie that resembles the zany antics of a road movie, or Felix and Oscar in THE ODD COUPLE, as the two of them move from one misadventure to another, clinging to each other for support, even joining a singles club that works on improving their self-esteem while charging them exorbitant fees on their credit cards. Depardieu is an expert at crashing wedding parties, thinking that’s the easiest way to meet girls, but the two of them are soon taking their chances at speed dating, speaking to seven different girls in seven minutes. Rouve is obviously the more sensitive and tender of the two, used to being responsible, taking care of his humorously forgetful mother, Annie Girardot, even providing better fatherly care and concern for Depardieu’s children, while Depardieu disguises all his problems with an air of confidence, but is still hurting from a marriage that doesn’t work leaving him separated for two years. They go back and forth arguing with one another, getting into more and more mischief, and eventually make no more progress than where they were at the start of the film, except now, they have a better understanding of one another. But this is a film about getting rejected with the line “Let’s be friends,” and trying to rebound the next day and try it all over again. While it has some laughs, it was largely due to how ridiculous the situations are, particularly musically, as this kind of music has been out of date in films now since the 50’s.
A disturbing, Jim Jarmusch-style social
documentary about alienated youth in Watsonville, California, filmed in grainy
Black and White, featuring an overwhelmingly real performance by a character
Gary, Josh Brand, a Neal Cassidy-style temperamental redneck hothead who goes
in and out of prison and just lights up the screen. Dave, a low key Latino, works in a comic book
store, while Mark, an Asian-American teen (film director Michael), is quietly
planning to attend college in the fall.
Together they drink beer, cruise, vandalize and steal, for lack of
anything better to do, all the while discussing issues of life and mortality,
revealing how race and class differences have already determined where each of
these men will end up. This is a summer
of Beat heaven which is marred somewhat by a rather amateurish intro and ending
in a diary-style narration, but images of this film, particularly
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Sho, a young teenager that lives by himself in
Once Sho, arrives at his Aunt’s apartment, he discovers that she lived in a filthy old apartment, full of trash bags filled with junk that she has had collected over the years. Sho does not remember ever meeting Matsuko, nor does he know of anything about her past. As he goes through her belongings and speaks with some of her neighbors, he gradually pieces together her life which was filled with tragedy and heartbreak.
From the very beginning of the film, Memories of Matsuko had me floored with a mix of admiration, melancholy, and laughter. I have seen the director Tetsuya Nakashima’s prior film Kamikaze Girls, so I was prepared for some stylish & visually arresting camera work. What I wasn’t prepared for was an epic story, told through flashbacks, in which the audience experiences a technicolor like 1950’s musical (think Bob Fosse) interspersed with a truly heart breaking story that would make Billie Holiday’s life seem like a walk in the park. Although Kamikaze Girls had its moments, Memories of Matsuko is just leaps and bounds superior to that film and for that matter, just about every other film that I have seen.
One of the strongest aspects about the film would be the story of Matsuko’s life told through those amazing flashbacks. Once Sho arrives at Matsuko’s former apartment, we quickly learn about Matsuko’s past and what a tragic past she had! The first flashback scene shows her as a popular high school music teacher. She is summoned to a meeting because of a reported theft that occurred at a local inn. The principle believes that the theft was perpetrated by one of Matsuko’s students. She is told to confront her student, named Ryu, and find out whether he really stole the money. This is where the tragedy starts to begin. The student refuses to admit to the theft and Matsuko attempts the solve the problem herself. She takes money from Ryu’s room and goes to the inn keeper to pay him back. When the inn keeper asks to see Ryu for a personal apology, Matsuko makes the unfortunate decision to take the blame for the theft. Soon, her career as a teacher is ruined and eventually she gets disowned by her family. Through another flashback, we learn that Matsuko had a chronically ill younger sister who always seemed to have been favored by her father. Since those early days, Matsuko has always sought after men that would give her the unconditional love that her father failed to give to her e.g., the desire to please for affection (trying to solve the theft dilemma with her student). Tragically, just about every man she got involved with turned out to be extremely cruel and abusive towards her.
Beyond the stellar script and the creative camerawork in
Memories of Matsuko, you also have an ensemble cast of actors that ranged from
very good to amazing. Most noteworthy would be Miki Nakatani, playing the main
character of Matsuko. The range of emotions she had to display during the movie
pretty much encompassed every single human emotion possible. Interestingly
enough, Kou Shibasaki (Battle Royale/Crying Out Love In The Center Of The
World) plays a small role in this film as Sho’s girlfriend. The resemblance
between Miki Nakatani and Kou Shibasaki are so strong, that at a certain points
in the film, I thought we would discover that Matsuko had a daughter and that
daughter would turn out to be Sho’s girlfriend! Another standout actor in the
movie would have been Eita, who played Sho. Although his character did not
require the level of difficulty as Matsuko’s character, his role as the
storyteller and calming influence after some of the more difficult to watch
flashback sequences were appreciated. Another thing I can say about Eita, is
that he gets to play in some seriously great films (Summer Time Machine Blues,
Sukida,
Memories of Matsuko is like a very dark fairy tale wrapped around technicolor art and a soundtrack to drool over. From the beginning to end you will likely be inundated with these different emotions that comes at you in waves. I did find that during the ending - I had to take a break from the film. The emotions were just getting a little too heavy if you catch my drift (*sniff* *sniff*). Check this one out - what an amazing film!
Hideo
Nakata: Director of dread - CNN.com
(CNN) -- Japanese writer
and director Hideo Nakata has been hailed as the modern master of macabre.
His 1998 film
"Ringu" -- adapted from a novel by Suzuki Koji, the Japanese Steven
King -- redefined the horror genre, propelled Nakata into the international
spotlight and soon had Hollywood calling.
Born in Okayama,
Japan, in 1961, Nakata enrolled at the University of Tokyo to study journalism.
On graduating he
went on to work in Japan's Nikkatsu Studios, the same place where renowned
director Akira Kurosawa started out. He didn't' start out aiming to make horror
films, but it was Nikkatsu Studios that Nakata met Hiroshi Takahashi, the
screenplay writer for "Ringu."
An international
hit, "Ringu" centers on a cursed videotape that kills whoever watches
it.
It appeared in
cinemas at the same time mainstream western horror films were churning out
gruesome violence as the means to get audiences hiding behind their popcorn.
Nakata's artfully
directed and terrifying film was a nether-world away from these schlock horror
and slasher flicks, instead utilizing suspense and a pervading sense of dread.
Western audiences
expecting to watch good-looking teenagers getting chopped up in a blizzard of
gore were treated to something much creepier.
For Hollywood
producers, Nakata has been a gold-mine of remake material. If dread is the word
that has become synonymous with Nakata's work, there was a great sense of it
among many of Nakata's fans when it was announced that there would be a
Hollywood remake of "Ringu," starring Naomi Watts.
Despite fans
claiming that the terror of the original was lost in translation, Nakata
himself was given the opportunity to direct the Hollywood sequel, "The
Ring 2," in 2005.
The series'
success has spawned a third installment, due to be released in 2009 that Nakata
will also be directing.
Shunning computer
generated monsters or gallons of fake-blood and guts, "Ringu" and
other Nakata films including "Dark Water," which was also remade by
Hollywood in 2005, use glimpses of mysterious abstract images -- a reflection
in a TV screen, an unsettling, spreading damp patch of water -- to ratchet up
the terror.
Fans and critics
have compared the chilling atmosphere of his films with that of Roman
Polanski's work, in "Rosemary's Baby" and "The Tenant."
Nakata then has
been credited with turning on a whole new audience to Asian horror films with
an altogether more subtle approach to scaring the wits out of people.
While majoring in applied physics at
Eventually Nakata began directing a documentary. However money was tight and he didn't have enough to complete the project. Badly in need of money he wrote several synopses for horror films and submitted them to Takenori Sento (who would later produce RING). One of them was GHOST ACTRESS, and it became his first feature. Unfortunately the film was an utter failure, but after it came out on video, it started to get good word of mouth.
One of those who watched the movie was RING author Koji Suzuki. A best selling book, RING had already been adapted as a TV movie, and its publisher was looking to turn it into a motion picture. Nakata and scriptwriter Hiroshi Takahashi were asked to take the job and between them decided to strip the story down to its basics and present it with constant forward motion. Through meticulous attention to its structure, Nakata sought to create a film that unsettled viewers, rather than one utilizing traditional shock tactics and startle effects. Perhaps the best example of of Nakata's method can be seen in his creation of the "revenge' video of the story's ghostly antagonist, Sadako. The mainstay of the narrative, this tape leaves its viewers dead of fright a week after viewing. Nakata knew this element was key to the film's success and had to be truly disturbing.
"The video was a major part of the RING production" Nakata explains. "In the book, it runs about 20 minutes and has a concrete story. I decided that it should not describe anything in solid terms, as it would play several times in the film. I felt that if it were too explanatory, it would become boring after repeated viewings. Only eight shots long, it took two days to shoot. I then spent 24 hours editing and processing it using computer effects. The sound was important, and I underlaid several unsettling noises that added to the visuals. The video in itself is not scary, but it's unnerving and leaves the audience feeling anxious"
Nakata confesses that he considers himself not a horror director, but a celluloid craftsman who believes that the careful assembly of scenes can make viewers experience a wide variety of emotions. "As a professional filmmaker, I look at it as a challenge to describe on film whatever feeling the story demands. To me, describing love, laughs or screams are not much different. By playing with expectations, I found I can create a multitude of base feelings - in the case of RING, total fear."
When queried on the state of modern horror, Nakata is quick
to reply. "Horror as a form has changed greatly over the past 20 years. I
don't believe that blood, ugly creatures or scary monsters work any longer. The
reason is that young people have become accustomed to not only overstimulated
movies, but to true terror as well. In
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User comments from imdb Author: cecil2
This film is great at putting ideas into the viewer's subconscious. The whole simple idea of the story is great, by having the characters shoot a film such that the viewer almost feels like they are separated from the characters and in tune with the supernatural. Since you are watching people making a movie investigating another movie, it brings you into the action, as if the same things could happen to you. The blandness of some scenes on the surface is really fun when contrasted against the supernatural events that happen later. An example is a line where the director tells the actress not to "look down" when saying her lines, when she really shouldn't be "looking up" later when she encounters the ghost. One of the most interesting things about this movie is that you wouldn't even think this was a ghost story in some scenes until you realize the context it is in. Definitely this is one of the best ghost detective stories, it has an almost meditative nature and makes the movie more scary. The over the shoulder scenes of the ghost are very scary, partly because the movie often shows people filming from the opposite angle, so you are actually watching them film, scenes in which you could become the ghost. By concentrating on the existence of the ghost, the whole movie becomes more scary.
Flipside
Movie Emporium (Jim Harper) review
[C]
Two years before the release of Ringu, Hideo Nakata
directed Ghost Actress (Joyû-rei), his first full-length film. Although
it wasn't a commercial success, Ghost Actress attracted the attention of
writer Koji Suzuki, who asked Nakata to direct a theatrical version of
best-selling novel Ringu. Since then, the film has sold well in
First-time director Murai (Yûrei Yanagi) is trying to complete his debut film, but the shoot keeps being interrupted or impeded by a series of strange events. Scenes from an unreleased (and presumed destroyed) drama from 1971 keep getting mixed up with his negatives; his actresses see a shadowy figure looking down upon them. Predictably it's not long before people start to die. Clearly some supernatural agency is at work, but Murai has only three days left to find out what is going on and finish the shoot.
As with Nakata's later films, Ghost Actress concentrates heavily on atmosphere. If you've seen Ringu and Dark Water (Honogurai mizo no soko kara, 2002), you'll be familiar with the main technique used to establish this mood: glimpses of a ghostly figure, out-of-focus and often partially hidden behind characters in the foreground. Unfortunately, Nakata allows the ghost's early appearances to last far too long, instead of using brief flashes that make the viewer wonder what exactly they've just seen. Nakata himself has stated that his main mistake was to reveal the ghost too early and too completely, and it's hard to disagree.
The film's second major flaw is the absence of a satisfactory climax. While both Ringu and Dark Water built up inexorably to a high-tension finale, Ghost Actress has a brief, almost cursory climax. There is no momentum, no build to a final, devastating scene. Given that the film is barely 75 minutes in length, Nakata could have extended it by another half-an-hour without stretching the patience of the audience. In keeping with Dark Water, however, Ghost Actress does boast an enigmatic epilogue that seems less than completely necessary.
Leaving the flaws aside, Ghost Actress is well-made film that shows definite signs of Nakata's latent ability. The use of the film-within-a-film motif works well, with the disturbing nature of the secondary story -- a woman murders one of her friends and then takes her place, bringing up her victim's young child -- reinforcing the main story's unsettling atmosphere. Certain scenes are shown during rehearsal and again in the finished form, with lines from the script assuming new significance in the light of events in the studio. The cast is competent and professional, including several well-known actors. Yûrei Yanaga appeared in Ringu and Ringu 2 (1999), as well as the original V-cinema (direct-to-video) Ju-on (2000). Veteran Ren Osugi is well-known figure on the Japanese exploitation scene, having worked with Takashi Miike, Takeshi Kitano, Kiyoshi Kurosawa, and Toshiharu Ikeda, to name just a few.
For the most part, Ghost Actress is exactly what you'd expect it to be -- a less well-developed but still promising precursor to Ringu. To criticize the director for not being as good in 1996 as he would be later is childish however; Ghost Actress is still an enjoyable experience for anyone who appreciates a ghost story with a couple of cheap shocks thrown in.
Killer Movie Reviews (Andrea Chase) review [3/5]
aka: The Ring
Cinema Autopsy (Thomas Caldwell) review [4.5/5]
While there have
been many slasher and monster films that shock us with excessive gore, few
recent horror films actually create that overwhelming sense of terror that
stays with us long after the film has finished. Japanese director Hideo
Nakata’s Ring is a rare exception, making it one of the most frightening
films since The Shining.
While
investigating the sudden death of a group of students, reporter Nanako
Matsushima (Reiko Asakawa) discovers a cursed videocassette. Watching the
video, she then receives a phone call telling her she will die in exactly a
week. After having discovered that this is also how the students had died,
Nanako reluctantly enlists the help of her ex-husband to track down the source
of the tape.
Rather than
resorting to sudden surprises or gruesome effects, Ring slowly builds in
tension and dread by not only exploiting our fear of the unknown, but by
exploiting the terror of everyday things taking on unfamiliar meanings. The
steady camera work, restrained performances, long silences and macabre sound
design all combine to generate the nightmarish sensation of an uneasiness that
cannot be explained, only experienced.
Refreshingly free
of social metaphor or self-parody Ring is proudly content to simply be
an incredibly scary film.
Midnight
Eye - japan_cult_cinema review Jasper Sharp
As a rule of thumb, Japanese horrors have traditionally
either been grounded in folklore and legend in ghost stories such as Masaki
Kobayashi's portmanteau of Lafcadio Hearn short stories, Kwaidan (Kaidan, 1964)
or Satsuo Yamamoto's The Bride From Hell (Kaidan Botandoro, 1968), or merely
oriental riffs on transplanted Western gothic staples, such as Lake of Dracula
(Chi O Suu Me, 1971 - Michio Yamamoto) or The Ghost of the Hunchback (Kaidan
Semushi Otoko, 1965 - Hajime Sato).
Ring takes a leaf from the sanitised teen-pitched US genre revival spearheaded by Wes Craven's Scream cycle in locating its story in a contemporary setting, but adopts a considerably more sombre and narrative-driven approach to the material, marrying the urban mythological basis of The Blair Witch Project (1999) with the vengeful ghost scenario so rooted in the Japanese chiller.
Adapted from the popular novel written by Koji Suzuki, Nakata's high-concept popcorn movie was a box-office smash when released on a double bill with Joji Iida's Spiral (Rasen, 1998, another Suzuki adaptation) in February of 1998, rapidly becoming the top grossing horror of all time at the domestic box office and setting in motion a torrent of terrors that included Shikoku and Tomie.
The story centres around a video, which once seen causes the viewer to die mysteriously within the space of a week. An investigation into the deaths of two teenage girls by TV journalist Reiko (Matsushima) and her ex-husband Ryuji (Sanada, the former 70s action hero and a frequent collaborator with Sonny Chiba) unearths the malefactor, the vindictive ghost of Sadako Yamamura, a child psychic pitched down a well thirty years prior now manifesting herself through means of the aforementioned videotape. To say any more would reveal far too much of a script that leads Reiko through a succession of different locales to the heart of the mystery.
With nothing in the way of gore or nudity and an unobtrusively even editing style, Ring evokes the innate uncanniness of its central premise over the short, sharp shocks one usually associates with modern horrors, and sports some incredibly effective moments, all laid down to an electronic soundtrack of onomatopoeic groans and whirs. You can feel the goosebumps during Sadako's manifestation through the cathode ray tube. Given the sheer artificiality of the film's central concept, not to mention the odd hole in the convoluted and occasionally lackadaisical plotting, it's all down to Nakata's subtle handling of such impressive set pieces that the film works as well as it does.
A sweeping success across
Ring's remake rights were rapidly snapped up by Dream Works in the US, though at the time of writing, this adaptation has yet to be seen by the general public, going on release on October 18th 2002. Judging by the pre-release trailer, the approach used by director Gore (The Mexican) Verbinski is a marked contrast to the austere restraint of Nakata's original, though advance reports have been positive. No doubt comparisons between the two will prove a futile exercise. Unlike viewers in Korea, Hong Kong, Singapore, France, Denmark, Germany, the UK and a host of other territories, Dream Works optioning of the remake rights means that the original was never released in the US, meaning audiences there will be unable to decide which approach is the more effective.
The Ring's producer Roy Lee has apparently already acquired the remake rights for a whole host of "unknown" hits from a number of Asian countries, including a couple of Korean films and several more of Nakata's films, the disorienting kidnap thriller, Chaos (2000), with Benicio Del Toro slated to star, and the recent Dark Waters (2002). Either unable or unwilling to compete against Hollywood bombastic market practices, the producers of the Japanese original of the Ring have literally given up the ghost - on Sunday 11th August 2002, during the Japanese public holiday of O-Bon, the Festival of the Dead, a symbolic funeral for Sadako, the leering apparition at the heart of the series was held in Tokyo's Harajuku district.
BFI | Sight & Sound | Ring (1997) Mark Kermode, September 2000
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Philadelphia City Paper [Sam Adams] Blood Feast
This efficient but routine thriller
from the director of ‘The Ring’ has been sitting on the shelves since 1999.
Hitchcockian to the core, it concerns the kidnapping of banker Komiyama’s (Ken
Mitsuishi) wife Saori (Miki
Nakatani) by a young handyman (Masato
Hagiwara), and from that simple premise soon slips into a whirlwind of
blackmail, deceit and double-cross, with an undercurrent of psychosexual
role-playing. Nakata handles the material dexterously, using unannounced
flashbacks to keep the audience on their toes, but never leaving them so far
behind the twists that they can’t appreciate an excellent turn by Nakatini as
the unhinged, manipulative Saori. Indeed, it all unfolds with such precision
that the greatest shock comes when it becomes clear that Nakata doesn’t quite
know how to end things. A slack final ten minutes aside, this is a fine, if
ultimately unfulfilling, exercise in thrills by rote.
The Village Voice [Michael Atkinson]
A well-tumbled jade of thriller triple-crosses and noirish iconography, Hideo Nakata's Chaos lacks the subterranean frisson of his Ring cycle but maintains their concision and fearsome ellipticality. Blithely cha-cha-ing its way back and forth in narrative time without so much as a clue for the viewer, Chaos begins with a simple kidnapping—an executive's lithe, ravishing wife (Miki Nakatani) disappears from a restaurant's front curb after lunch, and almost immediately she's hog-tied somewhere, the threatening kidnapper (Masato Hagiwara) making a confident ransom call to the all-business hubby (Ken Mitsuishi). Soon enough, however, our concept of the crime gets capsized: Doubling back, we see that the wife had enlisted Hagiwara's baffled handyman to fake the abduction, a process that goes smoothly enough to summon s&m impulses in both faux victim and thug.
Naturally, the worm turns again and again in this demi-Hitchcockian death trap, and Nakata knows how to shoot scenes of breath-holding paranoia: from a distance, simply, in real time. (We'll see how the inevitable remake, directed by Jonathan Glazer, measures up.) Nakata continues to get the most out of the accusatory glare of gorgeous women, and Nakatani constitutes an irresistibly luscious femme in the James M. Cain mold. Perhaps it's the clammy residue of the Ring films, but Chaos also seems to collect a mood of rainy, outland menace even as it stalks around daylit urbania. The night visits to a shallow grave and a neglected aquarium full of dead fish resonate as memorable genre tropes, although in the end that may be all they are. However surefooted and wicked, Nakata's film may seem a trifle routine; contemporary thrillers have become so much more baroque than any real-life felony that they tend to resemble one another. The convolution becomes the end, not the means. Still, devotees of corpse-swapping betrayal orgies will find expert filmmaking awake to the realities of apprehension and unease.
Chaos Mike D’Angelo from Time Out New York
As a general rule, foreign
filmmakers whose work inspires multiple
One aspect they should retain is the
film's deliberately confusing structure, in which the narrative jumps back and
forth in time without warning or signposts, demanding that the viewer keep
track of subtle details (a bandaged hand, a tank of tropical fish) in order to
stay oriented. We first see the bandaged hand in the opening scene, which finds
a man (Mitsuishi) and a woman (Nakatani) eating lunch together at a posh
restaurant. That the man's injury goes unexplained immediately piques our
curiosity, since genre films rarely offer irrelevant details. Soon afterward,
the man receives a phone call at his office, informing him that the woman—now
revealed as his wife—has been kidnapped. At this point, the film abruptly
shifts its point of view from the husband to the kidnapper, who has his
terrified victim trussed up in an apartment dominated by a tropical fish tank.
But the very next scene shows the woman arriving at the kidnapper's home with a
naughty smile on her face. What's going on here?
As it turns out, this chronological jumble is doubly effective. Not only does it expertly evoke the condition promised by the title, but the more baffled you are, the longer it'll take you to realize that the plot, which involves a kidnapping that goes awry, closely mirrors that of a very famous Hollywood picture made by a very rotund British director—except that in this case the plangent yearning has been systematically expunged. Once you become conscious of this similarity, the inexpressive mien of Hagiwara (who played the hypnotic killer in Cure with a similar lack of affect) becomes almost intolerable, as you're now mentally juxtaposing his performance with that of [Really Famous Dead Actor]. But even if you have yet to see [Enduring Masterpiece of the Cinema], Chaos's painfully dorky ending is sure to break whatever spell the film has cast. With luck, De Niro will demand another draft
An exceedingly grim Hitchcockian riff, Hideo Nakata's "Chaos" is a thriller as obsessed with narrative intricacy as film gets. Compared in Kino's press release to "Pulp Fiction," although it's far harder to follow, this film's spiraling plot is more than just a trick. If Tarantino used his convoluted structure to resurrect a sympathetic character, Nakata uses his to emphasize everyone's essential dirtiness. A despicable person soon winds up as a victim, and vice versa. To lift a phrase from Philip K. Dick, it's a maze of death.
Nakata is best known -- to say the least -- for his 1998
horror film "Ring," which spawned two sequels and a prequel in
As "Chaos" begins, businessman Takayuki Komiyama (Ken Mitsuihi) is enjoying lunch with his wife (Miki Nakatani.) He soon returns to his office. Immediately, he receives a phone call informing him that she has been kidnapped. With his apartment full of cops, he gets another call asking him to meet the kidnapper. However, the kidnapper eventually extorts money from his victim's sister. Then the screen fades to black, and we see these events from Mrs. Komiyama's point of view. It turns out that she knows the kidnapper, Goro Kuroda (Masato Hagiwara), and that they have arranged a fake abduction in order to test Takayuki's faithfulness. She seems to enjoy the situation, especially when Goro ties her up.
If it sounds like I'm giving away too much of the plot, trust me: I'm not. The screen cuts to black for the first time at the 20-minute mark, continuing to do so periodically. These cuts indicate a shift in protagonist and time. Takayuki is the initial protagonist, then his wife, then Goro. As each character progresses further and further, they begin to resemble icons in a video game, every "level" (represented by a cut to black) bringing the audience closer to the heart of the story. Mrs. Komiyama even describes her relationship with Goro as a game of tag. "Chaos" never overtly references computers, but it describes a version of virtual reality: an imaginary situation becoming real and doppelgangers coming to life.
Even so, there's something rather arid about Nakata's convoluted story. For all its bite, it never quite connects to the real world. The characters feel like secondhand anti-heroes, femme and homme fatales. Kenji Kawai's score pulses with tom-toms and bass drums as if trying to kickstart their hearts. Many of its exteriors are almost paradoxically sunny and pretty, counteracting the rest of the film's neo-noir feel.
Fear of technology, whether TV and video ("Ring") or the Internet (Kiyoshi Kurosawa's "Pulse" and the anime series "Serial Experiment Lain"), has been a recurring thread in recent Japanese films. "Ring" clicks with genuine worries about video technology's potentially harmful aesthetic and moral impact. "Chaos," which depicts a world where physical and financial desire trump any sense of responsibility or family ties, won't be mistaken for an ode to the Japanese bourgeoisie. On the other hand, it never feels like a real portrait of Japanese society, just three extremely screwed-up people and a director and screenwriter who use them as though they're participating in a cockfight.
Eventually, the cuts to black become meaningless. Time shifts back and forth, with a major revelation about each character coming every other minute. Each detail is important. For instance, the entire plot turns around the reason why Takayuki wears a bandage around his right hand. Paradoxically, the film may be best seen if one knows nothing about it, but that state may also make it incomprehensible. Considering the utterly cynical 90 minutes that preceded the ending's dark romanticism, it doesn't ring true, but Nakata's gloomy vision of mutually assured destruction loses none of its power. Love will tear his characters apart.
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[2.5/4]
The heroes from the original "Ringu", Reiko
(Matsushima) and
Here’s a little Ringu history lesson before we begin:
"Ringu" (1998) the film was inspired by Kôji Suzuki’s book of the
same name. The film "Rasen" (also released in 1998) was based on
Suzuki’s book sequel for Ringu. "Rasen" flopped miserably at the box-office, but when
"Ringu" became a big hit, they decided to pretend that
"Rasen" was never made and in 1999, put out a new Ringu sequel. This
second sequel had nothing to do with Suzuki’s book and they appropriately
called it "Ringu 2". Got that? Yes? No? Fuck you, Arrow? Either way,
let's move on!
Although I boogied to "Ringu" way more than to this sequel, I do have
to prop this follow-up for playing it smart. It brought back most of the
likeable cast members from the original film while changing the focus as to who
the leads were. That gave us a Ringu tale from a fresh perspective even with
the same players in the house. And instead of doing the usual “sequel” no-no of
rehashing the same old jive again, "Ringu 2" took all of the layered
goodies that the first film put out and ran with them as far as it could. I have
to respect any “Part 2” that stays true to its source material and that manages
to give us something fresh (loved the possession angle) at the same time.
Lastly, the flick sported some mucho effective moody directing and a double
whammy of crawl-under-skin scare scenes which split my skull open like nobody’s
bushwhacks. Ouch! I felt those! CREEPY!
Where Ringu 2’s tape got mangled was that its main game was to deconstruct and
attempt to tag an explanation to everything that Ringu subtlety communicated. From
Sadako’s history to how the videotape really works, all was deeply and
painfully anally probed. Personally, that didn’t go down too well for three
reasons. #1) What made "Ringu" scary was the mystery behind it, so
yes, this nosier-than-nosy sequel was therefore much less frightening. #2) The
film was heavily axed on long-winded dialogue sessions and thorough dissections
of the events at hand. Hey man! I give a fudge about how the tape works! Stop talking
about it and show me already! #3) Let's just say that the “out there”
explanations they came up with were pretty damn hokey. We get lots of scenes
with peeps being plugged to machines and have to endure lots of drivel about energy and water acting as
conduits or some BS like that. The abysmal "Exorcist 2" actually
popped to mind a couple of times while watching those scenes (not good).
Although I was somewhat underwhelmed by it, I will admit that "Ringu
2" still had me trapped in its web the whole way and that counts for
something. The fine acting, the chilling atmosphere, the fascinating narrative
and the handful of potent horror bits (all about The Well…brrrr) made sure to
keep me looping with this ring to some degree. Now play this tape and die!
The Horror Review [Egregious Gurnow]
In the course of his follow-up to the most successful film in Japanese history, Hideo Nakata attempts to continue his narrative while expanding upon the genesis and phenomena found within Ringu. During the process, unable to maintain the many irons in which he has placed within his less-than-humble fire, Nakata loses his viewer by presenting a convoluted plot which, though seemingly sound, fails to intrigue his audience enough to merit and retain their cognitive interests to arrive at his less-than-rewarding point.
Upon the death of her boyfriend, Ryuji Takayama (Hiroyuki Sanada), Mai Takano (Miki Nakatani) attempts to learn of the mystery surrounding the rumor that a video cassette that, if watched, will kill the viewer of fright exactly seven days later. In her quest for answers, she discovers that Takayama’s son, Yoichi (Rikiya Otaka), is still alive but finds him comatose yet developing odd powers similar to those said to be possessed by one of the figures in the video, Sadako Yamamura (Rie Inou).
In many respects, Ringu 2 is a mere reimaging of its predecessor in that it presents Mai--much like her counterpart in the original, Reiko Asakawa (Nanako Matsushima)--attempting to piece together the mystery of a cursed tape as he nonetheless tries to save the life of the same character, Reiko’s son, Yoichi. However, in polar opposition to the simplistic genius of its forerunner, Ringu 2 tries too hard to create an unnecessarily complex mythology which the narrative fails to sustain.
It is obvious that Nakata uses the film, first and foremost, to tie together narrative loose ends in that we are quickly issued a summation of what came before as Okazaki (Yûrei Yanagi), journalistic friend to the late Takayama, restates that to beat the curse, all one has to do is have someone else view the video within seven days. Shortly after this, Nakata delves into exceeding depth upon the phenomenon of Nensha, which Sadako, and now Masami Kurahashi (Hitomi Sato)--the sole witness to the death of Yoichi’s cousin, Tomoko--possesses. After this, the director disbands from the history of Ringu as he perpetually obfuscates the narrative, forcing it in unnatural directions which overburdens the bridge upon which the viewer’s disbelief is suspended, such as when it is revealed that, like her boyfriend and nonetheless conveniently, Mai houses extrasensory perception, which Nakata only posits in order to expand his already overly convoluted storyline.
The director also abandons the metaphysics put forth in his previous tale to facilitate his new storyline and presents the theory that the tape’s prowess is not due to any explicit curse but rather the transference of energy in the form of fear. However, in order for us to arrive at this synopsis, a dense narrative quagmire must be wadded through, all to little effect as the director becomes too consumed in attempting to keep his new vision intact, so much so that he forgets that the primary intent is to evoke fear and apprehension in his audience (doubly so considering his aforementioned narrative agenda). What’s more, the dense narrative fog shrouding the tale never lifts, even at the film’s climax, as the theme of the supernatural superceding science is lost amid the chaos.
Obviously, Hideo Nakata’s sequel to his highly successful
Ringu becomes an unintentional Möbius Strip not only for the viewer, but for
the director as well. Perhaps fearful that if he utilized the same
creative structure he implemented to produce Ringu that his follow-up would stagnate,
Nakata becomes consumed in his presentation of another simplistic idea via a
narratively verbose storyline. Instead, the feeling one gets is that
Ringu 2 is the malnourished, bastard hybrid of David Lynch’s
RING 2
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From the director
of the original Japanese Ring comes, if anything, an even richer tale of
everyday terror, based on the novel by Koji Suzuki. In the midst of a messy
divorce which threatens a custody battle, Yoshimi (Kuroki) moves her small
daughter Ikuku (Kanno) into a dump of an apartment block which is all she can
afford. Trying to start a new life on her own is stressful enough, but she
could hardly have anticipated the wet patch on the ceiling spreading
alarmingly, very strange bumps and noises from upstairs, and much, much worse.
Unfolding events defy rational explanation, but if Yoshimi comes across as too
flaky, she risks losing her child to the ongoing legal proceedings. Hideo Nakata
works wonders from this admittedly slim outline. While Hollywood tools
efficient, teen-oriented scare machines, here is character and atmosphere
shaped in harmony. The mildewed palette, stomach-spooking sound design and
slowly escalating supernatural implications aren't just deployed to exploit the
heroine's frailties - they're an expression of damaged emotional bonds in a
tough, uncaring world and the follow through they precipitate in realms beyond.
Dark Water stands as a masterclass in direction, not just for the
precise control of tension, release and implacably tightening unease, but for
the insistence with which it plumbs our deepest feelings, drawing on a child's
fear of abandonment and a parent's dread of loss yet never cheapening them for
the sake of a shock moment. All of which pays dividends in an extraordinary
finale that's a marvel of both nerve-shredding suspense and heartbreaking
compassion. It'll leave you wrung out, terrified, tearful, but, most of all,
elated to have seen a great horror film worthy of the description.
Midnight
Eye - japan_cult_cinema review Nicholas Rucka
My apartment
building is a 100-year-old 6-storey walk-up in Manhattan. The building leaks,
creaks, bangs, has questionable electrical wiring, and is not fire safe.
The first night I was in my
apartment, I awakened in the middle of the night to a loud BANG. I chose to
roll over and go back to sleep rather than stare down whatever or whoever had
made the sound. The next morning, I discovered that a book I had left on my
living room bookshelf had somehow been thrown to the floor - on the other side
of the room. The book was Wang Shuo's "Don't Call Me Human"; I knew
then that I had a ghost.
A year later I learned that the
old lady who had lived in my apartment before the previous tenant had been
found in an advanced state of decay on the kitchen floor. The sole survivors of
the apartment were the deceased's cats, who were discovered circling their
owner's body - perhaps gingerly feeding off it for the previous three weeks.
My apartment is alive and I know it
has a lot of stories. But this makes sense seeing as it is an unrefurbished
tenement. Hideo Nakata understands the concept of the old building that is
alive and chose to set his film Dark Water in this type of location: an old,
moldy, concrete apartment building. Nakata realizes that often times in horror,
the location is an additional character in the cast - often co-starring.
Hideo Nakata first scared the
loose socks off of a generation joshikosei's with 1998's Ring and followed this
with a number of other horror films including the 1999 sequel Ring 2, and the
same year's Chaos. As a result Nakata has been typecast as one of Japan's
foremost horror directors. In the program for Dark Water he states, "If
you were to ask me whether I love horror from the bottom of my heart, I would
have to say no." But there's no denying that he excels at making creepy
films, Dark Water included. However, whatever atmosphere he generates during
the course of the film is squandered by a lazy, safe ending that reeks of producers
meddling with an otherwise solid - if not hackneyed - story (based on the novel
by Ring author Koji Suzuki).
Yoshimi Matsubara (Hitomi Kuroki)
is in the middle of a terrible custody battle over 5-year-old Ikuko (Rio
Kanno), with her abusive ex-husband. To compound the situation, Yoshimi has a
history of mental instability sparked by residual abandonment anxiety connected
to her mother's neglect when she was a child. Fearing that she will mentally
damage Ikuko the way she had been and needing to show her independence to the
family court, Yoshimi is dead-set on successfully living as a single mother
raising her daughter.
Yoshimi and Ikuko move into an
old apartment building on the outskirts of town. The building is a run-down
concrete block, mysteriously short on (sane) tenants, but filled with little
creepy touches like dripping ceilings, slow elevators, and banging sounds.
Ikuko is the first to see the shadowy figure of a little girl wearing a yellow
raincoat, but soon Yoshimi, who is already well on her way to a permanent
mental vacation, starts seeing her in quick flits out of the corner of her
vision.
Yoshimi starts to lose it when a
pesky red bag that she repeatedly tries to get rid of keeps reappearing. All
the while, her custody battle becomes more heated and for the family court
Yoshimi's mental fitness is brought into question. When it seems that the
situation could not get any worse, Ikuko falls into a coma after coming into
contact with the mysterious girl in the yellow coat. Yoshimi is tortured and
mentally fractured; everything seems to have taken a turn for the worse.
Reflecting both Yoshimi's mental and the stories' thematic decline, the film
becomes more and more saturated with water until it seems to reach a point of
bursting...
Dark Water is a victim of its
good points. The location and settings are so strong that they overpower the
rest of the story. This coupled with weak story resolve and mediocre
characterization discounts this film from being a worthy follow up to Ring to
being a simply passable horror viewing experience; spiked with the occasional
dynamic moment. The weakest point in the film is the end of the film when
Yoshimi's actions just seem to be inconsistent with her character motivation
that had been established earlier. This seems to be so inconsistent in tone to
the rest of the film that I can only attribute it to bad writing that was
reasoned via some pseudo-Freudian psychoanalysis; primarily, Yoshimi's fear of
abandonment and not being a good mother. Not to spoil the ending, but I did not
believe Yoshimi's major decision at the end of the film and therefore did not
find the last 15 minutes convincing.
Further proving my point, as if
illustrating the inconsistency and confusion of the film's conclusion, the
story enters into Ikuko's (alternate) present/future. This, ostensibly, is to
show how Ikuko (now 16) is coming to terms with her life and ultimately the
positive effect of Yoshimi's sacrifices for Ikuko. This sequence, outside of
being saccharine and overwrought, is problematic because it doesn't exist
within any sort of logical narrative space and time. I found myself so
preoccupied for the last 15 minutes, trying to figure out when it was suppose
to be taking place that I no longer was in the film world. When was the story
supposed to have been set? The only conclusion I could make was meta-textual:
the producers took the original story and changed it so that it would have some
sort of safe / happy resolve that the audience could walk away from and not
feel totally depressed. Narrative consistencies of time and space didn't
matter.
Notwithstanding this, Dark Water
is worth watching for a good chill. To fully enjoy it, my recommendation is,
like all horror films it is best viewed in a dark room with all the lights off.
This will help reveal two very solid aspects of this film: 1) great atmosphere,
and 2) one really great scare. While watching it, if you hear the sound of
something in the next room - and there shouldn't be any sound coming from there
- ignore it until it is daylight outside...
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I don't want to overpraise The Ring Two (DreamWorks), but it's refreshing to see an eerie little coastal ghost movie without a twist ending. Directed by Hideo Nakata (who made the original Japanese Ringu), it hits deeper emotionally than its scarier but junkier predecessor. The emphasis here is not on that videotape from hell; it's on the vengeful child-ghost Samara, who's trying to take possession of the son (David Dorfman) of the heroine, Rachel (Naomi Watts). As the boy's body temperature drops, the physical world, bathed in ectoplasmic bad vibes, becomes a Gothic dreamscape, with swirls of long black hair, twisted trees that spontaneously combust, and moose of death. (That is not a misprint.)
The Ring Two is basically an, uh, allegory of motherly
love: Accused of child abuse and brought to the brink of child murder, this
mother will go to the pit of hell—depicted alternately as a dank well and the
inside of a TV—to save her lost child (in this case, from another child come
back from the grave to find a mother). Naomi Watts is really some kind of
actress. When she casts herself into Samara's demon sea, she's like Brunnehilde
in
‘Fear comes full
circle,’ announces the poster tagline. Appropriately so, since Hideo Nakata’s
fine film is closer in tone to his own Japanese original than to Gore
Verbinski’s 2002 re-make. A grown-up sequel, it mostly eschews the cheap
scares, redundant sub-plots and join-the-dots plotting of its American
predecessor, pushing the cursed video tape into the background and focusing
instead on the gradual ‘possession’ of Rachel’s son, Aidan (David
Dorfman), by Samara’s unquiet spirit. There are echoes, too, of the water
imagery and mother-child bond seen in Nakata’s ‘Dark Water’, as Rachel (Naomi Watts)
and the maternally abused Samara struggle for control of Aidan’s soul.
Having pursued
Aidan and the now neurotically over-protective Rachel to a small Oregon coastal
town, Samara makes her ghostly presence felt, appearing in Aidan’s dreams, in
mirrors, and in digital photos. But when Samara gradually invades Aidan’s body,
things become more complex and more affecting. With cruel irony, Rachel’s
obsessive mother-love drives a wedge between her and the Samara-influenced
Aidan, and creates suspicions of child abuse in work colleague Max (Simon Baker)
and hospital shrink Dr Emma Temple (Elizabeth
Perkins).
Once again, Nakata
fuses arresting water imagery and emotional involvement, culminating in a
stunning bathroom scene in which Rachel – sucked into a watery vortex of
confusion – realises that she may have to drown her son in order to save him.
There is also a quiet, devastating meeting between Rachel and Samara’s real
mother, played with painful, convincing lucidity by Sissy Spacek.
The final confrontation between Samara and Rachel is anti-climactic, but up
till then, Nakata’s emotional undercurrents create a dark whirlpool of terror.
Twitch Dave Canfield
Wow! I'm in the
minority on this one. I liked it. Hideo Nikata does recycle elements from Dark
Water and other Ring films but he remains truer to the essence of the Ring
mythology than many fans have given him credit for. And he has the guts to tell
a more interesting ghost story than most directors who are content with a
simple series of loud BOO!'s.
The ad campaign is
incredibly dark promising a scarier more amped version of the American remake.
People keep asking me what I thought of this film. “Was it good?” “Was it
scary?” “Was it as good as the first one?” Almost none of these people have
seen any of the Japanese source material for this film Ringu, Ring O, Ringu 2
or the Korean Ring Virus and probably won’t. And while director of the original
Ringu, Hideo Nakata picks up where Gore Verbinski left us off, with a
terrifying act of betrayal this is a film that dares to be different than what
my American friends are probably expecting. And while I plan to put it on the
shelf with all the films that have explored the compelling mythology of evil. I
won’t be surprised to hear complaints from many who would have been satisfied
with a darker or even less complex blend of humanity and horror
Rachel and Aiden
have fled to small town to start their lives over again. But Samara has found a
way to follow them and soon the familiar blank black cassettes create a crime
scene that Rachel, in her role as reporter for the town’s small newspaper,
recognizes immediately. Ready to run again Rachel realizes it is too late.
Samara has taken over her son ready to be adopted and replace him. As Rachel
fights to get her son back she realizes she may have to make the ultimate
sacrifice.
Nakata is to be
praised for taking his narrative in such a bold direction. The scenes in which
Samara communicates through Aiden demand a lot of the viewer but not nearly as
much as they could. It is after all a compelling idea. Samara, a little girl, formerly
our personification of unstoppable evil, is merely doing what any child with
her powers would do. Children make terrifying entities in horror films
precisely because they lack inner moral structure. They will do almost anything
to gain what they want.
For those who
suggest that Samara should never be anything other than a symbol of evil I
would answer that the above is probably a pretty good general definition of
same. And I would also add that Sadako in Ring O is also made much more
terrifying by virtue of her human origins. Her otherness is what makes this
female entity so frightening, not just in the physical sense but in the
metaphysical. She destroys our sense of security in our own goodness and it's
ability to keep us safe. We are rendered abject, twisted into something that is
and yet is no longer us.
Watts is an
actress capable of holding her own with situations where the audience might not
otherwise suspend disbelief. Cynical critics won’t surrender theirs without a
fight but it could be noted that Nikata picked the wrong battle. Viewers of
course will have to decide for themselves but I remain intrigued enough by
Samara’s search for a mother to give the film a few more viewings- even though
I would agree Nakata’s film wraps up the threat too neatly in the end. It could
be argued that this film would be stronger if it had the ending of Nakata’s
original Dark Water since the film does borrow it's central motiff from that
work.
It could also be
argued that Nakata westernizes his film too much. There are moments here that
wink so hard at the audience that they lift the viewer firmly out of what makes
much J Horror so superior to it’s American counterparts. A scene in particular
where Rachel shouts in apparent victory at Samara is tailored directly to the
sorts of expectations people bring to the lowest of American horror films.
There are scares a
plenty including beginning and ending sequences that bookend the film with
moments as nerve wracking and haunting as anything in any of the other Ring films.
Some will be expected and are merely fun but the ending involving an absolutely
harrowing and even unpleasant chase up the side of Samara’s watery resting
place. In a time of year when horror fans are sifting through dreck like
Boogeyman and Hide and Seek Ring Two is an intelligent and human horror film
that despite it’s occasional genteelness will likely survive the weekend box
office and win fans into the fold over time.
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DVD Holocaust Matt
Japanese director Hideo Nakata has forever burnt his name
into movie history courtesy of his genre-defining adaptation of the Koji Suzuki
novel Ring. In the process, he launched Asian horror onto the
international scene and - unfortunately - also inadvertently paved the way for
numerous
"The actions of [Shinkichi] are so frequently selfish and poorly thought out that any audience sympathy for him is lost fairly early on."
In between these, Nakata directed something of a period horror flick in Kaidan, a story steeped in traditional folk tales. It tells of the young son of a samurai, Shinkichi (Kikunosuke Onoe V), who falls in love with a wealthy singing teacher, Toyoshiga (Hitomi Kuroki), not realising that in doing so they are both compounding a curse between the families.
One thing leads to another, as they tend to do, and Shinkichi soon finds himself locked into a doomed spiral of relationships that always seem to end up with him being haunted by a pissed-off ghost.
Kaidan is structured almost as a fable, revealing a progression of events dictated both by fate and by the actions of Shinkichi. And therein lies one of the key problems of the movie.
Kikunosuke Onoe V is an actor steeped in the tradition of Kabuki, and his almost feminine grace ends an otherworldy feel to Shinkichi. But the actions of the character are so frequently selfish and poorly thought out that any audience sympathy for him is lost fairly early on. This lends a detached feel to proceedings and robs the film of any kind of intensity.
"One of the lesser entries in the Hideo Nakata pantheon and certainly not in the league of older traditional Japanese horror movies like Onibaba."
Nakata throws a few of his trademark modern jump-scares into the more lyrical structure, but this adds only mild spice to a film that remains emotionally uninvolving despite excellent technical work across the board. Even the mass-slaughter finale does not excite - although is well-shot and well-acted - due to the actions of the lead character in getting there. Despite the various traumas he falls into it is hard not to think that, well, he pretty much deserved everything he got. But perhaps this is the point; having the piece as a morality play. Such knowledge, however, does not succeed in making the movie any more engaging.
The result is one of the lesser entries in the Hideo Nakata pantheon and certainly not in the league of older traditional Japanese horror movies like Onibaba. But, hey, at least it's better than The Ring 2...
Wider Screenings [Robert
Cettl]
Kaidan is director Hideo Nakata’s first Japanese
film after being lured to Hollywood after his hit The Ring launched
the wave of Japanese horror now known as “J-horror” and was subjected to a
Hollywood remake starring Australia’s Naomi Watts. Nakata spent years in
Hollywood working on The Ring 2, but when that film under-performed at
the box office returned to Japan for Kaidan, based on the C19th
writings of Encho Sanyutei, previously adapted in the 1950s by one of the
masters of Japanese horror, Nobuo Nakagawa. The
Kaidan resembles traditional Japanese
art-house period drama infused with an engaging sense of folkloric ghost
mythology. It is slow, observant; beginning with an old man
telling a story of a cursed Samurai whose life is destroyed after he kills a
debt collector, visualized in black and white Kabuki pieces, and then seguing
into a story of the samurai’s son, an itinerant tobacco salesman who falls in
love with the daughter of the slain debt collector, herself much older than
he. Their relationship triggers a succession of increasingly frightening
incidents, their shock value all the more effective for the time and care
director Nakata takes in establishing the period basis for what is a new
version of the vengeful female ghost story so beloved in Japanese horror
literature.
Fans of director Nakata’s contemporary work – The Ring and Dark
Water – may find this slow, observant film unengaging: those who appreciate
Nakata’s status in Japanese horror on the end of a spectrum at the other end of
which sits Takashi Miike but do not respond to the horror genre itself may,
however, be more rewarded by this film than The Ring, as in Kaidan
the horror is more anchored in self-conscious evocations of myth and
story-telling tradition. It’s also more intimate in its inter-personal
drama and spends a long time establishing the characters and their relationship
before exploring their ramifications as horror myth: Nakata considers the human
drama here essential to the eventual segue into horror. As always in his
films, Nakata seeks to humanize.
Kaidan is a period J-horror film for mature, patient
viewers. The humanist element to Nakata is in polar
opposition to the underground, manga-oriented nihilism of Takashi Miike and the
“horror” in Kaidan is twofold: beyond the requisite shocks of the
horror genre (skilfully deployed in the second half) is the terror of a young
man cursed by events beyond his control. That mystique of supernatural
forces affecting / shaping individual destiny is a theme in horror as a genre
that transcends cultural barriers and is interesting, if admittedly slow-going,
to see this classic theme re-worked in what is J-horror’s most self-conscious film
to date – in Kaidan, the sensibility of new J-horror meets the
tradition of J-arthouse.
The Eastern Eye / Madman / Lionsgate DVD of Kaidan
comes in a sterling anamorphic transfer with subtle Dolby Digital 5.1 sound,
capturing every shock horror as fine as every tender intimacy. In the way of special features are a still
gallery, trailers and a Making Of documentary which explores the cast’s
impressions of Nakata, his indebtedness to traditional kabuki theatre, the
characters and the productions logistics of location and studio shooting in the
contemporary Japanese film industry.
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[Mark Schilling]
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Japanese horror specialist Hideo Nakata (the Ring
films) makes an intriguing change of direction and locale in Chatroom,
a stylised dissection of the temptations and pitfalls of life online. Adapted
from his play by Enda Walsh - Disco Pigs, Steve McQueen’s Hunger
- Chatroom follows a group of troubled
A bold take on ostensibly over-familiar cyber-themes, Chatroom finds an inventive visual correlative for its psychological and sociological investigations, only to go off the rails in a rushed and bathetic climax.
Nevertheless, this stylish piece could yield respectable sales and move outside the art-house bracket given modish youth appeal, Nakata’s international genre reputation and the rising cachet of charismatic lead Aaron Johnson, from Kick-Ass.
Johnson plays William, a damaged teenager - although he looks markedly mature for the part - who has a troubled relationship with his family and is morbidly invested in his secret life online. William opens a chatroom, into which four other youngsters wander in search, ostensibly, of friendship. Jim (Beard) is a shy loner traumatised by his father’s abandonment; Mo (Kaluuya) is a 17-year-old boy with a secret, in love with his best friend’s pre-pubescent sister; posh Emily (Murray) is a gauche high achiever who can’t wait for an opportunity to sample rebellion, and Eva (Poots) is an aspiring model whose looks and modishness can’t hide her insecurities.
In the chatroom, William can both assume a dominant new identity and prey on his trusting friends, playing on their weaknesses: he persuades Emily to dabble in anti-social activities, Mo to confess all and Jim to stop his medication, with drastic results.
Online stories are notoriously difficult to carry off on-screen, but Chatroom tries something different. Here, chatrooms are depicted as actual spaces off an eerie corridor crowded by assorted freaks. William’s room starts off sparse, chairs arranged as for a therapy session, before it’s tarted up by Emily and Eva - while the latter has her own chatroom, resembling an exclusive young hipsters’ club. Other rooms are more disturbing, like one devoted to merciless online bullying. Nakata, DoP Benoît Delhomme and designer Jon Henson artfully persuade us of the reality of this seductively lurid dreamworld, while highlighting its theatrical artifice.
The evocation of a seemingly more-real-than-real virtual realm echoes David Cronenberg’s more overtly surreal eXistenZ, but it’s a smart move of Nakata to keep his chatroom a more mundane, and indeed somewhat theatrical, space. Walsh’s script - with dialogue given the deliberately flat feel of lines on a screen - intelligently delves into teenage anxiety and online issues such as bullying, identity problems and cyber-addiction, although at times the film veers perilously close to an alarmist ‘save our kids’ statement.
The ensemble acting is good, Beard especially registering as
the fragile Jim, although at times Johnson’s chatroom persona is a little too
broadly satanic. But the film goes seriously off the rails in the last ten
minutes, when an absurd race-against-time pursuit through
Cannes '10: Day Three Mike D’Angelo at
CANNES: ‘Chatroom,’
‘Aurora’ Guy Lodge at
Cannes 2010.
Hideo Nakata's "Chatroom" David Hudson at
The Village Voice [Jim Ridley]
Amores Perros is a yappy whelp compared to this
striking degrees-of-separation drama by Mexican writer-director Gerardo Naranjo, who uses a fleet mobile camera and
flexible 'Scope framing to capture the seedy volatility of off-the-guidebook Acapulco.
Naranjo opens with a bravura sequence that follows cruelly suave Chano (Emilio Valdés) and his furious ex Fernanda (Diana
Garcia) from a bitter restaurant reunion to a white-hot hate-fuck in her
dad's mansion. From there, Naranjo intertwines their meeting with the fates of
a suicidal businessman (Fernando Becerril), Fernanda's enraged boyfriend
(Juan Pablo Castaneda), and most memorably,
Tigrillo (Miriana Moro), a teenage would-be hustler who hasn't quite hardened
into a casual user and discarder of suckers. With Tobias
Datum's camerawork giving the images a subtle matte finish of grit and
grain, the movie creates a jittery, eroticized tension, and Naranjo doesn't
over-hype the connections between his stories of misspent youth and squandered
life. Like Chano, the movie hums with sexed-up voltage, and it's just as hard,
handsome, and shifty.
Drama/Mex is the best film Alejandro González Iñárritu
never made. It has the pounding energy of Iñárritu's Amores
Perros but none of the director's shrill bombast. Last year's Babel was
Iñárritu's breaking point, the moment his interwoven Biblical themes became
Oscar-baiting pathology. After that bloated fuss, Drama/Mex comes to
Mexican cinema like a reviving tonic—a lean, 93-minute picture of life's
delicate dramas uncoiling before
Naranjo's images have a wonderfully clarifying quality; he sorts through the mess of his characters' lives and, in a single shot, gives away all their dirty secrets. We quickly guess that Jaime (Fernando Becerril), a disenchanted office worker, carries on an affair with his young daughter, and that Fernanda (Diana Garcia) compensates for a nonexistent relationship with her father through a string of short-lived, passionate trysts. Lost in their own shame, Fernanda and Jaime grasp at any semblance of life's thrills. Drama/Mex climaxes with a drunken escapade through Acapulco's touristy beachside, the camera wobbling as it tracks its characters' woozy night on the town: Between hot, sweaty fucks with her ex Chano (Emilio Valdés), Fernanda repeatedly collides with her incensed boyfriend, while inside a dank nightclub, Jaime claims a young prostitute named Tigrillo (Miriana Moro) as if she was the daughter he disgraced.
Drama/Mex speaks to moral questions, but you might not guess it by the way Naranjo delicately makes religion a part of his gorgeous, sun-burnt tapestry. "Let's finish this," Fernanda says to a beaten, dejected Gonzalo, spending one last night with him in the sand. Fernanda looks into the camera as she lies down, recreating a thrilling shot from her encounter with Chano. But notice how her position has been reversed: Before, Fernanda lie below Chano, submitting herself to his passion, while now she's the one on top, cradling Gonzalo's broken ego. One minute Fernanda's a whore, the next she's a mother. At its heart, Drama/Mex is a story of people struggling to fulfill their roles—in their families, in their relationships and in their country—and the camera's forceful gaze is their confessional box.
Throughout, the characters cross paths and eye each other in a hotel café, but these coincidences are never given more consequence than they deserve. Everything that happens to Jaime, Fernanda and the others, Naranjo suggests, is a result of life's funny happenstance—the paths that they propel themselves into and the strange destinations where their actions lead them. If it's by chance that Gonzalo discovers Fernanda's infidelity and that Jaime meets Tigrillo, then it is every bit their prerogative to do with their situations what they choose. Jaime and Fernanda come to terms with life through their Acapulco landscape, a tourist town at crossroads with itself, where locals seem to live in a perpetual state of arrested development (one character calls it "Crapapulco"). Jaime, on the brink of suicide, steps into the sand with his slacks and work shoes, letting the tide wrap itself around his legs, pushing him into an existential moment. On the beach, characters reach out to spirits that live just outside their own world; this is their prayer.
And it's on the beach that
Drama/Mex Lee Marshall in Cannes from Screendaily
A loose, choral drama that plays out over one hot night in
Shot in just three weeks, featuring mostly non-professional actors, this Cannes
Critics' Week entry is fresh, likeable and bursting with a spontaneous energy
that makes up for its often-slight storyline. This could see some theatrical
action beyond its obvious festival and Spanish-language markets.
Three main characters uphold the three story currents that gradually converge
on
Tigrillo (Miriana Moro), a plump but feisty teenage girl, has chosen this
evening to join her girlfriends who offer "massage and relaxation" to
sad old male gringos on the beach. Into this teen hormonal blender steps Jaime
(Fernando Becceril), a tired and desperate businessman who has stolen money
from his company and driven down from
Structurally, and visually, the film feels like one long dance, as the handheld
camera, almost always in movement, follows these characters at arm's length as
they move around restlessly from room to room or beach to bar. Occasionally (as
in Elephant or Last Days) the other characters impinge on the current
storyline, sometimes in time-slip, so that we see incidents we've already
watched from a different angle, with new information. The recurring soundtrack
theme is a guitar version of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, which could have
been schmaltzy but, in this emotionally generous film, actually works.
At first it's the complex beats of the Fer-Chano rapport that grab our
attention, especially when he breaks into her empty luxury villa (parents are
mostly absent in this film) and apparently rapes her; it's difficult to work
out whether Fer's passionate acquiescence after the tooth and nail resistance
is born of resignation or is part of some sexual game we know nothing about.
Similarly, Jaime’s desire to commit suicide is never explained: we just take it
on board as part of the carpe diem immediacy of the exercise.
The strongest plot strand, though, kicks in when Jaime agrees, after initial
reluctance, to treat a persistent Tigrillo to dinner. Neither has any
investment in the other: she just sees him as a rich guy to milk, while he is
intrigued by her raw life-force, and sees her as a useful distraction while he
gets drunk enough to pull the trigger. The script's unshowy development of the
unspoken bond between this odd couple, each one a loner in their way, is a more
satisfying trip than the sweet but hardly innovative teen love story nestling
in the Fer-Chano-Gonzalez triangle.
Shooting a film this convincing in twenty days, and coaxing such authentic
performances out of first-time actors, is no mean task. Naranjo is clearly a
director to watch.
Fipresci Ernesto Garratt, 2006
PopMatters [Jonathan J. Levin]
Film-Forward.com Jack Gattanella
Reviews: AFI Fest Report: Drama/Mex Review Peter Martin from Twitch
Drama/Mex : DVD Talk Review of the DVD Video Svet Atanasov from DVD Talk
Drama/mex — Inside Movies Since 1920 John P. McCarthy from Box Office magazine
New York Times (registration req'd) Manohla Dargis
Time Out New York [Keith Uhlich]
It’s all but impossible to find a piece on I’m Gonna Explode that doesn’t mention its indebtedness to Jean-Luc Godard’s lovers-on-the-lam masterpiece, Pierrot le fou. The comparison is superficially apt. Just substitute two charismatic 15-year-old delinquents, Roman (De Santiago) and Maru (Deschamps), for Jean-Paul Belmondo and Anna Karina, move the location from France to Mexico, tie it in (quite facilely, in this case) to the current political situation and voilà…Pierrot el loco.
Yet the anything-goes instability of the film’s characters—who meet dourly cute after Roman performs a mock suicide at their prep school—is more in the schizoid black-comic vein of Polish director Andrzej Zulawski. Writer-director Gerardo Naranjo makes this latter homage explicit by repeating the Georges Delerue “Love Theme” from Zulawski’s The Most Important Thing Is to Love (1975) ad nauseam as the adolescent lovebirds race heedlessly to a tragic end.
It’s an appropriation that casts an unfortunately harsh light. Naranjo isn’t reworking Delerue’s, Zulawski’s and Godard’s efforts so much as piggybacking on them, hoping the feelings and sensations provided by their work will emerge simply via acknowledgment. The title of the film promises something revolutionary, but all we get, aesthetically and thematically, are second-gen hand-me-downs.
I'm
Gonna Explode Dave Calhoun from Time Out London
Imagine if Bonnie and Clyde were Mexican,
ten years younger and didn’t go anywhere or even hurt anyone but just camped
out on the roof of a large house owned by his father, a distracted politican,
and fumbled with each other in a series of stalled steps towards the loss of
their virginity and the realisation of their repressed fantasies of teen
rebellion. This third feature from director Gerardo
Naranjo was produced, among others, by Gael García Bernal and Diego Luna
and shows the same fascination with youthful upheaval and the European
filmmaking tradition with which those actors have been associated when taking
Mexican film to the global stage.
Teens Roman (Juan
Pablo de Santiago) and Maru (Maria
Deschamps) – he privileged, she not – meet in detention at school, fake her
kidnapping and retreat to the top of his home while their unsympathetic parents
work with the police to find out where they’ve gone. The search is incidental,
though, compared to Naranjo’s impressive infiltration of the pair’s dubious
world of make-believe, inner narratives and flawed ambitions. The film
amusingly makes a mockery of the adult world, while its teen protagonists
remain pleasingly ambiguous: they’re at once spoilt kids who believe they’re
more mature and wild than they are and romantic spirits who are sticking two
fingers up at a stuffy, hypocritical world. The nods towards the Nouvelle Vague
are a little too emphatic (we hear Georges Delerue too often) and its momentum
and themes of play-acting dry up before the end, but this is mostly an unusual
and imaginative, if overlong, love story.
Slant Magazine DVD [Glenn Heath Jr.]
The Godardian influence on Gerardo Naranjo's I'm Gonna Explode goes beyond the film's girl-and-a-gun scenario, even past the absurdly tragic and self-involved decisions of its male protagonist, a 15-year-old rich kid rebel named Roman (Juan Pablo de Santiago). Naranjo best transcribes the Nouvelle Vague (specifically late-1960s Godard) with his brazen, constantly shifting mise-en-scène, where splashes of primary color, deep texture, and chaotic movement dictate a nervous youthful energy stemming from the anxiety and passion of his teenage protagonists. It's when these stylistic flourishes compliment the budding romance between Roman and his equally disaffected peer, Maru (brilliantly played by Maria Deschamps), that I'm Gonna Explode takes on a fascinating immediacy, as if the visuals and sound are being constructed moment to moment by the fractious youths themselves.
After a brutal fantasy sequence where Roman envisions himself
murdering two Catholic priests execution style, I'm Gonna Explode goes
the Rushmore route and banishes it's prep school troublemaker to public
school for thinking out loud. Roman's right-wing politician father Eugenio
(Daniel Gimenez Cacho) is only casually outraged at his son's very-real threats
of violence, and when Roman fakes his own hanging at the new school's talent
show, his family is more annoyed than surprised. But the act gets Maru's
attention, the first time a glimmer of any kind has livened up her zombie eyes.
The two begin an exciting, almost instinctual relationship, culminating in a
staged kidnapping meant to mask the couple's escape to
Naranjo fragments Roman and Maru's whirlwind escalation early in the film, using disjointed editing techniques to fracture their involvement with the socially corrupt outside world. In a brilliant victory against his overbearing father, Roman hides out with Maru on the extensive roof terrace of his family's villa as the police and their families sit floors below panicked and distressed at their children's sudden disappearance. The pair playfully watches as their families experience discomfort, calling in fake tips to send them on wild goose chases into the countryside. These scenes are complex, evocative, and strangely dark, indicative of dangerous child's play that challenges the very notion of family dynamics.
Roman and Maru's charade begins to grow more hallucinatory as their Badlands-style romance evolves from ideological to physical. In one particularly poetic longing reminiscent of Sissy Spacek's waif in Terrence Malick's debut film, Maru looks at Roman and says, "I gazed at him, and felt more alive…he was my perfect accomplice." We can feel her free spirit falling deeper and deeper into a state of fuzzy love lust, and in her eyes Roman's increasingly absurd actions become more romantic. But there's a lack of stylistic lyricism to complement this brisk attraction, replaced by a breakneck pace that favors quick decision-making and steam-of-consciousness morality. Naranjo keeps interrupting intimate moments with narrative complications, as if the adult world based on cause and effect won't allow the teenage fantasy to fully transcend its roots. Like all couples on the run, eventually Roman and Maru are forced out onto the open road.
I'm Gonna Explode expands its narrative outward, positioning Roman and Maru within an us vs. the world structure, and this is where their relationship begins to break down. The excitement of the first half begins to wane, as color schemes grow increasingly drab, the editing becomes less kinetic, and the realizations of adulthood hover over every decision the couple makes. In a particularly disturbing shift, Roman often leaves Maru behind when being chased by authorities, screaming incoherently into the wind for his companion to avoid capture. Despite this growing physical separation, it never dawns on Roman that all Maru wants is for them to escape together. In this sense, Roman's dense focus on himself consistently floods his emotional connection with Maru.
As Naranjo finalizes the couple's descent back to reality with a flood of film-history references (a picture of Buster Keaton frames Roman in a serious moment of reflection), the reflexivity is more nuanced than overt. The absurdities of both action and surroundings cloud any chance at romance for these two, and the inevitable tragic finale feels too forced when compared to the film's fascinating pastiche-riddled opening. I'm Gonna Explode eventually does just that, blowing its characters' minds on a physical and psychological level. But the high can never last, and the film's decline in adrenaline also relegates these characters back into the realm of familiarity. Roman's final dash of defiance is no longer fresh, but indicative of his most contrived weaknesses, and it's hard not to feel Maru deserved better. But maybe that's Naranjo's point.
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Disaffected Youth in I'm Gonna Explode, The Headless Woman May ... J. Hoberman from The Village Voice
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Q&A:
Mexican filmmaker Gerardo Naranjo I'm Gonna E... James van Maanen interview from Trust Movies,
Independent.co.uk [John Walsh]
Philadelphia Weekly [Matt Prigge]
New York Times (registration req'd) Stephen Holden
DVDBeaver [Brian Alan Montgomery]
While this
is a case of the truth is stranger than fiction, the director along with fellow
writer Mauricio Katz have fashioned a fictionalized account of real events that
leap out of the headlines, Miss Sinaloa
and the Seven Narcos, ran the headline in The Mexican-Daily El
Universal, where beauty queen Laura Zuñiga, Miss
Sinaloa 2008, was arrested along with seven suspected narco drug traffickers in
a truck filled with guns and ammunition, including $53,000 in cash, two AR-15
rifles, three handguns, 633 cartridges of different calibers, and 16
cellphones, on December 23, 2008 in Zapopan, Mexico. According to the film, 50,000 people have
lost their lives in the Mexican Drug Wars just in the last 6 years where the
profiteers are protecting a $30 billion dollar industry within
While this
may sound surprising to most Americans who still haven’t a clue what’s
happening in the gang wars taking place in ghettos across America, this
activity in Mexico is not confined to specific neighborhoods, but can play out
on the city streets anywhere, where the presence of these gigantic SUV’s is an
everyday reality for most citizens, where all they can hope is that they’re not
targeting civilians. Like any other war,
this one goes after the Who’s Who in both the police and drug trafficker
operations, each searching for the other, and when they meet a fierce firefight
develops instantaneously, where chaos reigns and bullets fly in all
directions. The collateral damage
extends to innocent civilians who happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong
time. This film doesn’t suppose what
happens when the innocent civilian is a Mexican beauty queen, but uses her
actual experience of what really happened when she got sucked into narco
operations purely by chance, where she proved useful to them as she was scared
shitless, afraid for the lives of her family, so would do as instructed over a
brief period of time which included several operations. In real life, she was released following her
arrest after the subsequent investigation proved she had no involvement with
the narco drug industry, but was only a pawn in their game, suggesting it could
just as easily be anybody, and often is.
This one just happened to be especially pretty, Stephanie Sigman as
Laura Guerrero, a beauty queen contestant that attracted the eye of the drug
kingpin, Lino (Noe Hernandez), a shadowy head of the Estrella drug cartel who
sees her huddling in the corner during the middle of a raid on a nightclub
targeting DEA agents, allowing her to live in order to make use of her in the
future. The film wastes no time getting
right into the thick of the action.
This plays
out like a Mexican version of a Michael Mann action thriller, shot in ‘Scope
using long takes from the constantly probing camera by Hungarian
cinematographer Mátyás Erdély, often altering the focus in the same shot,
making excellent use of locations and off-screen sound, featuring riveting
performances from characters forced to act on impulse when events continually
spiral out of control, where the gangsters thrive on this kind of heart racing
action, driving trophy Porsches through the streets of Tijuana, but not a teenage
girl who is being used for target practice for the first time in her life,
where she spends most of the movie close to peeing in her pants from the
intense fear, where Lino is continually toying with her, always getting what he
wants and then throwing her away until she’s summoned again from out of the
blue, a repeating cycle that seemingly can’t be broken. The overriding theme here is fear and how it
plays havoc with ordinary people who are caught up in this phenomenon of
gunfights taking place on the city streets in broad daylight, where one of the
best edited transitions seen all year finds Laura pinned down in one of the
fiercest gunfights you could imagine, using a slow tracking shot where bodies
are dropping and bullets are flying, where the sound is deafening, like what it
must have been for the Marines trapped in Mogadishu, where she is then whisked
away from that reality into a continuing pan through the back wings of a beauty
pageant where she is quickly dressed for a runway appearance, and with tears
streaming down her face she’s continually reminded to smile. This kind of mood shift is insane, as you
have no time to process the fear, as her life has turned into a human pin
cushion of getting stuck repeatedly with having to perform some of the most
dangerous drug operations, where she is the center of the storm not knowing
which way to turn for safety, as the bullets are flying from every direction,
where Laura has to rely on the whims of a cold blooded killer for protection. While the film is seen exclusively through
the terrified eyes of one woman, the larger issues of
Miss Bala David Jenkins from Time Out
What
would you get if Michael Mann retooled Lucrecia Martel’s ‘The Headless Woman’
for the guns ‘n’ ammo set? Gerardo ‘I’m Gonna Explode’ Naranjo’s gobsmacking
‘Miss Bala’ is that movie, a terse, anything-can-happen dirge through
Laura
Zuniga: Mexican Beauty Queen Arrested In Gun-Filled Truck The
Huffington Post,
Miss Sinaloa 2008 Laura Zuniga stared at the ground, with her flowing dark hair concealing her face, as she stood squeezed between seven alleged gunmen lined up before journalists. Soldiers wearing ski masks guarded the 23-year-old model and the suspects.
Zuniga was arrested shortly before
Zuniga was riding in one of two trucks, where soldiers found a large stash of weapons, including two AR-15 assault rifles, 38 specials, 9mm handguns, nine magazines, 633 cartridges and $53,300 in U.S. currency, Solorio said.
Zuniga told police that she was planning on traveling to
When the former preschool teacher won Miss Sinaloa in July she gave an
impassioned speech about how society should value women more, especially
mothers. In October, she won the Hispanoamerican Queen beauty contest in
October against competitors from across
She placed third in the Nuestra Belleza
One of the pleasures of
the festival circuit is watching a new filmmaker develop into a major talent
right before your eyes. After seeing Gerardo Naranjo’s small but assured
Drama/Mex at Toronto in 2006, I filed him away as someone to watch, and that
sense of promise was only strengthened when the New York Film Festival
showcased his Godard-influenced I’m Gonna Explode a couple of years later, even
if that film seemed rockier than its predecessor. With Miss Bala, screening
here in Un Certain Regard, Naranjo has officially arrived—so much so that I
suspect people will look back at the lineup in years to come and marvel that
this powerhouse wasn’t in Competition. He wasn’t kidding: He was gonna explode.
Shot almost entirely in
virtuoso single takes, Miss Bala follows Laura (Stephanie Sigman), a
beauty-pageant contestant (the film’s title is a play on the Miss Baja,
California title she covets; bala is Spanish for bullet) who drops by the wrong
nightclub at the wrong time and finds herself in the middle of a massacre. From
that instant, and without letup, her life becomes a surreal waking nightmare,
as the ruthless head (Noe Hernandez) of the
Miss Bala is a study in
contrasts, combining the world of the traditional beauty pageant with the
blood-soaked Mexican drug trade. While the film focuses on the personal story
of one woman ― a wide-eyed pageant contestant named Laura Gurerro
(Stephanie Sigman), who gets caught in the crossfire ― it also acts as an
impassioned, anguished shout at the violence and insanity that has erupted
within the last decade over Mexico's inability to deal with what essentially
amounts to a small-scale civil war.
As a survivor of a shoot-out at a border town bar, Laura finders herself
running with a highly organized drug crew, who seem to use her not only as a
witness, but as an inconspicuous shield for offensive manoeuvres, evading the
police and cross-border trafficking. Laura can do little but go along with her
captors' whims, essentially in fear for her life every waking moment. Yet, in
an absurd twist, her mysterious masked keepers also realize her worth and fix the
beauty pageant, parachuting the mysterious contestant into an obviously bogus
victory.
Director Gerardo Naranjo's work is steeped in detail. The drug trade is run
with ruthless efficiency, like a small army, rendering local police largely
ineffective, and Sigman is our conduit, caught in the middle, relating every
insane experience and violent close shave, making Laura's anxiety palpable with
her expressive eyes. Much like the audience, Laura is thrust into a world she
can't control and can only observe in order to stay alive.
Miss Bala ("Miss Bullet") is a riveting and violent slice of the
desperate days in modern
Much like the way Laura is bounced around like a hopeless pinball, Miss Bala
shows a country locked in a brutal turf war that will seemingly only end in
complete destruction.
The
House Next Door [Glenn Heath Jr.] at
Much like the Bolsheviks and Czarists battling in Miklos Jansco's harrowing The
Red and the White, Gerardo Naranjo makes the often-faceless
Style almost always references theme in Miss Bala, and the stifling power of bureaucracy and corruption sprouts up in every dynamic set piece through meticulous camera movement and long takes. Often, Naranjo focuses on smaller moments of silence and shock amid the chaotic gunfire or explosions, like when Laura is caught in a mangled truck dazed and confused as a flurry of automatic weapons fire rages beyond the frame. As her cartel captors pull her from the wreckage, Naranjo tracks along a parallel axis, capturing the depth of the frame in stunning detail. Later, as if to show he could inverse this wide-angle sequence, Naranjo pulls in tight on Laura's near-naked body sprawled out in the corner of a hotel room shredded by bullets, the flakes of paint and wood falling slowly on her smooth skin.
While Laura tries to process the various nightmares she experiences (driving
a car full of bodies, acting as a mule for ammunitions, or seducing a powerful
general to set up his assassination), she can never fully recover from any one
scenario due to the ghostly quality of her male captors. While extreme violence
becomes a great indicator of
Busted!
Taking Down Miss Hispanic America - TIME
Jose Mendez from Time magazine,
Drew McWeeney at
Cannes
Film Festival 2011: Day Three – Miss Bala, Habemus Papam, and Arirang Glenn Heath Jr. at Cannes from The House Next
Door, May 13, 2011
Kevin Jagernauth at Cannes from the indieWIRE Playlist, May 14, 2011
The Film Stage [Raffi Asdourian]
Cannes Review: Gerardo Naranjo's Miss Bala | Film School Rejects Simon Gallagher
Eye for Film : Miss Bala Movie Review (2011) Amber Wilkinson
Daily Film Dose [Blair Stewart]
Miss
Bala Allan Hunter at
Cannes: An explosive Mexican thriller Andrew O’Hehir at Cannes from Salon, May 13, 2011
Cannes 2011.
Snapshots: Gerardo Naranjo's "Miss Bala" ("Miss Bullet") Marie-Pierre Duhamel at
Cannes 2011.
Rushes: "Restless", "Miss Bala" Daniel Kasman at
Cannes
2011: Good Movies, Where Are You? J.
Hoberman at
FirstShowing.net Cannes 2011 [Alex Billington]
Of
popes and poissons and Kim Ki-duk
Barbara Scharres at
Cannes 2011.
Gerardo Naranjo's "Miss Bala"
David Hudson at
Cannes Q. and A.: Gerardo Naranjo and Mexico’s State of Fear Dennis Lim interviews the director from The New York Times, May 21, 2011
Miss
Bala: Cannes Review Deborah Young at
Peter
Debruge at
Miss Sinaloa busted with narcos | Guadalajara Reporter January 20, 2009
Police Release Mexican Beauty Queen - NYTimes.com
Laura Zúñiga - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
NARUSE:
THE UNKNOWN JAPANESE MASTER previously at Film Forum in ... Cinematheque
Perhaps, at last, Mikio Naruse’s time has come. A multiple
award-winner and frequent box office champ in
Of all the acknowledged masters of cinema, the
Japanese director Mikio Naruse is perhaps the one least known in the West, as
well as the one whose work is most difficult to see. Minimally represented on
VHS and DVD (at this writing, none of his features are available in Region 1
format), the primary way to experience the director's oeuvre is on film, though
this in itself—barring the current 31-film traveling retrospective and its
mid-'80s predecessor—is often easier said than done. For the most part, rights
issues and the lack of subtitled prints have relegated Naruse to the realm of
mystery. The upside of remaining out of sight for so long is that a substantial
reputation can be built among the movie faithful, yet how can any filmmaker
hope to live up to the cinephilic fervor that Naruse's films, by their very
absence, have cultivated? Rare that the newcomer to an artist's work is
immediately captured and unreservedly convinced of said artist's supreme
aesthetic mastery, yet that was exactly my experience upon viewing Naruse's
seminal 1960 melodrama When a Woman Ascends the Stairs. Several films
into the current retrospective (now playing at
Mikio Naruse: The Other Women and The View from the Outside - Film ... Chris Fujiwara from Film Comment, September/October 2005
Mikio Naruse was known during his lifetime as a great director of women. “To act in his films was really an honor for actresses,” said Yoko Tsukasa, who appeared in several Naruse films, most notably his last, Scattered Clouds, in 1967. “He understood perfectly the psychology of women.” If women and their problems predominate in Naruse’s films, as in Mizoguchi’s, the unique mixture of anguish and calm that characterizes the work of the less famous (but no less great) director arises from the fact that his female figures are always doubled. For every Naruse heroine there is another woman, her rival or mirror image, whom she finds waiting when she turns a new corner, who legitimately possesses the man to whom the heroine has at best a moral or sentimental claim, or who stands as a living reproach to the heroine.
The jolting Hit and Run (66) is built on a pattern formed by two women: a widow whose son is killed in the title accident and the guilty party, a car manufacturer’s unfaithful wife. In an emblematic close-up, the eyes of the latter’s young son shift from one woman to the other, as though he had intuited the plot’s pivotal secret, the equivalence between the women. Later in the film, the widow imagines herself being embraced passionately by the other woman’s husband.
One version of the Narusean other woman is the Other Mother—the mother whom the daughter has never known. In The Girl in the Rumor (35), a young woman refuses to accept the truth when she’s finally told that her father’s mistress is really her mother. In As a Wife, As a Woman (aka The Other Woman, 61), it’s the same situation again: the children of a distinguished professor find that the woman they have come to regard as their racy and slightly disreputable Ginza aunt is really their mother. A different surprise awaits the newly widowed Mitsuko, one of the three half-sisters in Lightning (52): still carrying around her husband’s ashes, she’s suddenly confronted with his mistress, who requests financial support for herself and the baby he has fathered by her.
Naruse pushes the other-woman theme to an extreme of clarity and tension in films that reverse cinematic clichés about “strong, independent women.” In the superb Untamed (57), the ever-dissatisfied Oshima, at two stages of her random course from man to man, finds herself confronted with the same rival, the opportunistic Oyu. Oshima triumphs over Oyu by beating her up—in an aggravated (and by no means rare) breach of the decorum that reigns uneasily over the Naruse universe. In A Wanderer’s Notebook (aka Her Lonely Lane, 62), based on the journals of writer Fumiko Hayashi, the heroine for a while becomes reconciled with her romantic rival, with whom she teams up to form a literary magazine. But the two split up again, as if in acknowledgment of the law that makes Naruse’s women oppose each other.
In Repast (51), the first, and one of the best, of six Naruse films based on Hayashi’s works, housewife Michiyo is eclipsed and reduced to resentful silence by the flirting of her niece, Satoko, with Michiyo’s husband and with Michiyo’s potential lover, a handsome male cousin. Satoko represents, by implication, a freedom of sexual behavior that the older woman has denied herself. Near the end of the film, Michiyo’s triumph over Satoko—which marks the renewal of her ability to reconcile herself to the perpetual disappointments of her married life—is signaled by her suddenly seeing the humor in the girl’s modern affectations and laughing at her.
Michiyo’s laughter expresses something characteristic about Naruse’s extraordinary films. If, despite the loss and sadness in them, the worldview they imply isn’t tragic, it’s because Naruse puts so much weight on the ability of his heroines to change their minds about their problems—a gift celebrated at the tears-turning-to-laughter end of Lightning, another Hayashi adaptation. A certain increased distance is always available to Naruse’s women. Reflecting this possibility, most of the director’s films contain moments when he suddenly withdraws his camera from a scene, putting it outside a window to peer in at the characters. As a Wife, As a Woman boasts lovely shots that look in from outside at the home the heroine shares with her grandmother and at the traditional restaurant where the film’s two central Other Women confront each other. In Apart from You (33), the beautiful scene of a couple’s train ride into the country is intercut between interior shots of the couple and exterior shots in which we see them from outside, through the window.
Naruse’s customary move of cutting to an exterior view of an interior scene is never more effective than in Untamed: the master of the house comes upon a maid in a bathroom and, overcome by passion, seizes her. At this point, Naruse cuts to a shot from outside the house. The couple’s shadows grapple in a square of light in the background. A clump of snow falling from the roof obscures our view; then, a momentary truce having been called at the same moment, the woman backs slowly into the visible section of the hallway and runs her hand over her hair. Fade-out. During the climactic philosophical discussion between mother and daughter in Lightning, Naruse cuts repeatedly to a view of the characters from outside the daughter’s apartment, visualizing the potential for the daughter, at least (who sits closer to the window and occasionally looks outside), to free herself from the misery and the constraint that have characterized her life.
Naruse’s own impoverished beginnings no doubt helped predispose him to be sensitive to the struggles of the poor. He was born in 1905 to an impecunious embroiderer and his wife, who both died while he was young. Naruse started his film career in 1920 as a prop assistant at Shochiku. With the support of Heinosuke Gosho, Naruse started directing for the company in 1930. At the house studio of Ozu (his elder by only two years), Naruse failed to find his own path and felt, he said later, “compelled to take up anything even if it was not very pleasing to me, or even if I was weak at it.” With his 1935 switch to P.C.L. (which soon became Toho), Naruse discovered sound and won commercial and critical success. His Wife, Be Like a Rose (35) won Japanese film magazine Kinema Jumpo’s top annual prize and was distributed in the West. This film and several others from the same period established Naruse as a leading director of shomingeki, or dramas of the common people, a genre with which Naruse would remain associated throughout his career.
In the Fifties, usually considered Naruse’s peak period, a series of hits consolidated his position as one of Toho’s top directors. His ability to craft popular films without going over budget or schedule was especially prized by his bosses, who seem to have rewarded him with some degree of autonomy (his regular editor, Ume Takeda, recalled that “as a general rule, Naruse did the editing as he intended and the studio didn’t touch it”). Yet, in the twilight of his career in the Sixties, Naruse was heard to lament, “We can no longer trust the studio.”
In all its periods, Naruse’s is a strikingly modern cinema. A summary comparison among the three best-known Japanese directors of their generation might go like this: if Mizoguchi’s long-take traveling shots show time in perpetual flow, and if Ozu’s reverse-shot patterns freeze the timeless within time, Naruse’s varied and distinctive rhythms, created by the careful counterposing of look with look and movement with movement,highlight the cruel exhilaration of being jostled in the present moment. Structuring his films as unpredictable journeys, Naruse employs a subtlety of composition that makes the graphics of the camera angle itself visible as a form of movement—movement of the eye in a certain direction—and not just “point of view” or “perspective.” Though ’scope enhances this awareness with its elongation of space (Naruse mastered ’scope from his first use of the format, in 1958’s Summer Clouds, and thereafter shot almost exclusively in that process), the effect doesn’t depend on a widescreen aspect ratio, since it’s apparent as early as The Girl in the Rumor (35), with its vigorous orchestration of various characters’ movements through streets. In the supreme triumph of ’scope filmmaking that is When a Woman Ascends the Stairs (60), Naruse draws a stirring sense of implacable modernity from sets and locations, like the industrial area where the heroine, a Ginza bar hostess, meets one of her Other Women—the wife of a man who has deceitfully proposed to her. But the corrosiveness of the modern pervades Naruse’s work at least since such Thirties masterworks as Three Sisters with Maiden Hearts (35), with its documentary-like opening montage of city streets.
Naruse likes unexpected bursts of voiceover narration and the surprise of introducing a flashback in a narrative that until then has been strictly present tense. In the last section of Late Chrysanthemums (54), an adaptation of several Hayashi stories, unexpected voiceover narration by an ex-geisha makes explicit the lack of feeling remaining between her and her former lover, even though outwardly the scene looks like meetings they had in their youth. The single flashback to happier days in Mother (52) is the more poignant for being so sharp and short. In Scattered Clouds, sudden flashbacks to the widowed heroine’s married life portray her lost happiness with a characteristic Narusean blend of curtness and lyricism. Three Sisters with Maiden Hearts even has a flashback within a flashback, though that is perhaps less startling than the fantasy within a fantasy in Morning’s Tree-lined Street (36). In As a Wife, as a Woman and Floating Clouds (55)—another Hayashi adaptation and probably the best known of the director’s 89 films—the Narusean flashback is a sudden opening up of unexpected passageways and escape routes in time. Past and present are continuous in Naruse. In Floating Clouds, a kiss begun in flashback is completed in the present. In As a Wife, as a Woman, two children run out of a room in flashback, then, in response to the call of their supposed mother, return (after a straight cut) through the same doorway, years later. In Stranger within a Woman (66), which shares the same basic story with Chabrol’s Just Before Nightfall, the hero relives his obsessive relationship with his slain mistress through quick straight-cut flashbacks.
In Floating Clouds, the heroine observes wryly to her lover during one of their many walks together (which Naruse contrives to present as one infinite walk): “We’re not getting anywhere, are we?” Over the many years spanned by the film’s narrative, various obstacles, including several Other Women, always keep the heroine from pairing off with her chosen man, the married seducer whom she follows on a downward spiral of misadventures to sickness and death. The condition of their relationship is its instability. Throughout Naruse’s career he remained faithful to the theme of the impossible relationship. In Okuni and Gohei (52), the netting around the noble Okuni’s sickbed, dividing her from her devoted servant, is the visual reminder of the ban on the love that develops between them as they travel together. The singer-hero of Tsuruhachi and Tsurujiro (38), willfully and in apparent consciousness of what he is doing, ruins the relationship on which both his personal happiness and his professional success depend, opting for solitude and failure.
Some Narusean relationships are impossible because of the punishing role of the ideal in his characters’ lives. In <em>Wife (53), based on a Hayashi novel, a widow sacrifices her potential happiness with her married lover because she recognizes the superiority of the claims of the man’s wife. Fulfilling her preordained role as the hero’s feminine ideal, the widow finally makes herself unattainable. The heroines of Yearning (64) and Scattered Clouds follow her in this choice, convinced that fate has cast them in roles that bar them from happiness. In When a Woman Ascends the Stairs, Naruse again describes the predicament of a woman who’s believed to be too good for the world: most of the characters idealize the heroine, in part because of the legend that she placed a letter and a photograph with her husband’s ashes, symbolically burying herself with him.
The role of the widow in Naruse’s cinema might be described as highlighting the fact that in Naruse’s world, the man is necessarily dead, that is, unable to fulfill the ideal of masculinity. If the man happens to be biologically living, the woman’s role becomes that of protecting him from becoming aware that his life is a failure, that he is already dead. The characters played by Kinuyo Tanaka in Ginza Cosmetics (51) and Mother fulfill this function, as do the hero’s second wife in Wife, Be Like a Rose, wives of failed writers in The Actress and the Poet (35) and Anzukko (58), and Fumiko with her tubercular husband in A Wanderer’s Notebook. The heroine’s brother in Lightning, a wounded war veteran, is a frail zombie, still bearing in his body the bullets that could at any moment actualize a death that he has merely delayed (when his brother-in-law gets into a fight with the baker who has cuckolded him, the brother shrinks away in terror). Only his mother’s pampering sustains for him the illusion of a kind of dreamlike existence, a perpetual childhood.
In A Woman’s Sorrows (37), one of the best of several excellent films Naruse made during his career’s supposed 16-year slump between Wife, Be Like a Rose and Repast, Naruse’s art is one of portraying conflicts that, for almost the whole of the film, have not yet erupted and become irreversible, of showing the small discouragements and unpleasantnesses of family life. There are no villains: if the heroine, Hiroko, becomes exploited by her husband’s rich family, her condition appears as the almost inevitable result of her fidelity to an outmoded way of life. (Throughout this film, the heroine is in constant motion in response to the successive demands of the other members of the household. It’s the opposite of Naruse’s The Whole Family Works [39]: here, nobody in the whole family works except the heeroine.) The Sound of the Mountain (54) is also about a loyal wife who sticks with an impossible situation until its impossibility becomes too obvious to all concerned. Setsuko Hara, best known in the West for her roles in Ozu’s films, plays both this woman and the central character of Daughters, Wives, and a Mother (60), who also makes personal sacrifices to live up to an unwritten code of How People Should Behave, a code that’s calmly violated and ignored by all the relatives who exploit her. But the opposite course, putting personal desires above family expectations, doesn’t lead to happiness either, as the heroine of Summer Clouds finds when she makes her single, doomed bid to escape her condition as a war widow in a rural land-owning family by having an affair with a married journalist from Tokyo.
Summer Clouds is one of a group of Naruse films that examine the impact of large-scale economic trends on families: other examples include Older Brother, Younger Sister (53), A Wife’s Heart (56), and Yearning. Another avatar of the demon of The Impossible that harasses Naruse’s characters, money divides families and uproots people in film after film. In Naruse’s series of Fifties films about young married couples—Repast, Husband and Wife (53), Wife, the almost plotless Sudden Rain (56), the lacerating Anzukko—the emphasis is on how economic pressure erodes relationships that were based on love. The perpetual talk about money among family members in Naruse films is highlighted by the moment in Scattered Clouds in which the heroine must ask her sister and brother-in-law to change the subject.
Because of money, the domestic space itself is always double. There’s the space as it is supposed to be, well organized and conforming to the belief in the primacy of the family, which this space is meant to support; but behind this space lies the darkness of the impending realization that this credois counterfeit and lacks the real backing of the social order. In Untamed and When a Woman Ascends the Stairs (both of whose heroines become financially responsible for wastrel brothers), all relationships are on a cash basis. In the former film, the motif of the giving of money culminates in the heroine’s leaving money on her lover’s grave. The equivalence of money and life is underlined by a significant repetition of the word “receipt” (uketori) in The Sound of the Mountain and Scattered Clouds. In the earlier film, a man visits the apartment of his son’s mistress and, informed that she is pregnant, gives her money. She asks bitterly, “Shall I write a receipt?” In Scattered Clouds, the hero arrives at the apartment of the heroine’s sister and gives her a packet of money—an installment on the payment by which he expresses his guilt for having been the innocent cause of the death of the heroine’s husband (in a car accident). The sister offers to give him a receipt, but he declines.
In Daughters, Wives, and a Mother, someone can’t bring home a shortcake without its price becoming a topic of conversation. Nothing (especially Hara’s widow) enters this house without a price tag. Daughters, Wives, and a Mother is another film in which Naruse compares the ideal of life—what the characters suppose themselves to be living—with its reality. The birthday party for the mother, her children and grandchildren gathered round lovingly, is the image of the ideal. It’s followed by two events that shatter the illusion: first the screening of a disturbing home movie (with sped-up footage of a daughter doing the laundry), then a family business meeting at which a son-in-law reveals the financial calamity that will turn the family members against one another. Again and again in Naruse’s films, the internal coherence of the family is an illusion that’s exposed the moment a crisis loosens the bonds among the family members (instead of doing what people like to believe a crisis does, bringing them together).
Naruse’s staging of scenes portrays the home as internally divided. In Yearning, the heroine and her much younger brother-in-law, after he confesses his love for her, face each other across the division between two rooms. In A Woman’s Sorrows, a shoji partition separates Hiroko, relegated to helping her husband’s youngest brother with his homework, from the other adults of the house, as they play mah jong. The rigidly compartmentalized mise-en-scène of A Wife’s Heart expresses the heroine’s isolation in the house of her husband’s family. In Three Sisters with Maiden Hearts, one sister’s disapproval of their strict mother is underlined by their positions in space: the sister stands on the threshold between two rooms, while the mother sits on the floor.
The ending of The Whole Family Works is very striking: the sons do spontaneous somersaults in their room upstairs; cut to the parents, who, puzzled by the noise, look up at the ceiling; The End. What a strange way to end a film: the parents isolated in their world, the sons in theirs. The sons in motion, the parents still. The scene seems almost anarchistically to extol the sheer energy of youth—but it’s an energy contained, pent up, without outlet.
The question of belonging to a space, of occupying it appropriately or of entering it as a stranger, is foregrounded in Wife, when the heroine’s female friend comes and takes over the house. Her bustling presence highlights the ways in which the house is not really lived in by the couple who occupy it. In Husband and Wife, domestic space is a space of potential or actual intrusions (the roommate pauses at the top of the stairs and coughs before descending to join the couple). Naruse conveys the poverty of the family in Mother by showing that the house is too large, underdecorated, with empty shelves and much bare wall space. The house is made even emptier by the departure, late in the film, of the youngest daughter, after which the mother and the older daughter, in the same medium shot, repair to separate rooms. In Older Brother, Younger Sister, the ground floor of the family home is a vast space offering neither solace nor protection to the family members, who occupy it like travelers at a rest stop; an emblematic shot shows the angry brother in the foreground, with the pregnant and unmarried sister and the resigned, fatalistic mother isolated in separate areas of the background.
Instead of the explorations of theatrical space proposed by such masters of Hollywood melodrama as Ray, Minnelli, and Sirk, Naruse deals in a progressive overcoming of the limits of three-dimensional space. Though based on a stage play and betraying its origin in its rather setbound narrative, The Road I Travel with You (36) nevertheless offers interior scenes in which the characters’ shifting relationships are plotted in relation to a freely shifting camera. Withholding the regular reassurance of a proscenium-and-master-shot view of space, Naruse brings us into a whirlwind or a dance.
Naruse’s Thirties films exhibit an experimental style of camera movement. Volleys of repetitive dollies-into-close-up mark dramatic climaxes in Apart from You and Every Night Dreams; mannered forward and backward tracking shots highlight the end of Wife, Be Like a Rose. In the postwar films, there is a paring down of style: camera movement becomes relatively rare (although there are postwar films, like Okuni and Gohei, in which the evocative use of smoothly flowing tracking shots is an important formal element). Still, the fluidity of time that characterizes Naruse’s unpredictable narratives is matched by their spatial mobility, which is substantial for a director who was supposed to have disliked going on location. Many Naruse films involve journeys away from the home or other familiar surroundings, forcing characters, at least for a while, to redefine themselves and test their strength—for example, Morning’s Tree-lined Street, A Woman’s Sorrows, The Way of Drama (44), Repast, Husband and Wife, Anzukko, and When a Woman Ascends the Stairs.
Naruse admires people who move, who wander, even if they make little progress. (A nubile Hideko Takamine starred in Hideko the Bus Conductress, one of the director’s more cheerful works, in 1941; 11 years later, in Lightning, Takamine—the quintessential Naruse actress—is still conducting bus tours.) This is the other side of Naruse’s analysis of the home: a taste for the homeless. For the child hero of The Approach of Autumn, domestic space is nonexistent: there is no space for him to share with his mother. Ginza Cosmetics and Hit and Run both open with scenes of a young boy’s solitary urban adventures. Throughout the former film, the boy searches for his vanished father in various men, known and unknown. (Already in Apart from You, the delinquency of the son of a single mother is a key Naruse theme.)
Walking forms a major part of most of Naruse’s films, such as Traveling Actors (40), in which the two heroes make a study of horses’ walking, and Okuni and Gohei, which looks like a revenge tragedy but turns into a kind of road movie. The action referred to in the title constitutes a visual refrain of the haunting When a Woman Ascends the Stairs. Appropriately, footwear is a returning motif throughout Naruse’s career, from the perforated shoes and socks worn by characters in Flunky, Work Hard! (31), Apart from You, and Every Night Dreams (33) to the shabby shoes that form the symbol of fellowship among such declined figures as the heroine’s ex-protector in Ginza Cosmetics, the salaryman husbands in Repast and Sudden Rain, and the hero in Floating Clouds. If the shoes theme—along with the theme of wandering, the recurrent emphasis on labor and money, and the habit of ending films with people walking away down streets—links Naruse to Chaplin, Fumiko is a kind of female Chaplin in A Wanderer’s Notebook, doing a dance routine with a plate. And there’s an explicit tribute to Chaplin in a stage review attended by the main characters in Husband and Wife.
Though Naruse’s is largely an urban cinema, a lyrical, pastoral strain can be detected in much of his work. In Morning’s Tree-lined Street, soft lighting and focus diffuse light in a forest into soft globules of gray and white. The sequence in The Song Lantern (43) in which the hero and heroine practice a traditional Noh dance in a forest is both a visual highpoint of the film and a standout in Naruse’s career for its lyrical crane shots. Emphasizing the layers of time and space that the girl must pass through to reach the forest, Naruse identifies this location as a place apart, a sacred space. The lyrical sense of landscape tends to disappear from Naruse’s later work. In Whistling in Kotan (59), little emphasis is put on the scenic attractions of the Hokkaido region where the story of race prejudice takes place; the visuals are keyed to the drama, which is intimate and small-scale. Still, the father’s garden in Anzukko indicates a role for order and beauty in the universe, and the scenes along the water in Scattered Clouds punctuate that film’s bleakness with stabs of lyricism.
The horizontality of the street attracts Naruse, but he is also a very “vertical” director, who draws many of his most striking effects from the top-bottom arrangement of space. In Three Sisters with Maiden Hearts, the middle sister, Some, and the younger sister, Chieko, are constantly involved in up-down patterns: Chieko enters a room, looks down at the seated Some, and sits down, whereupon Some gets up, goes to her, and sits down again. Then Chieko gets up and walks to a window. Some gets up, follows her to the window, and sits. (All through Naruse’s career, we find him, as in this sequence, cutting on frames into which characters rise or sink.) In The Girl in the Rumor, the older sister, riding on a ferry, looks up and sees her younger sister on a bridge. Returning home, the older sister comes upon the younger sister lying on the floor. In The Sound of the Mountain, the viewer’s eye is drawn, with the eyes of the characters, repeatedly upward (toward a roof barraged by heavy rain) and eventually outward (toward a park’s “vista”). Several Naruse films feature scenes on rooftops, as if the characters felt drawn to seek the widest possible view, the greatest distance (the ending of A Woman’s Sorrows and the beginning of Husband and Wife are examples).
Naruse always articulates his characters’ doublings through careful visual patterns. In the furious The Girl in the Rumor, as tight, absorbing, and intricate a 55-minute film as any ever made, a confrontation between two sisters is staged and cut as a series of complementary, mirroring, responsive movements in and out of frame, resulting in a dizzying pattern in which the two sisters ceaselessly replace each other. Much of the visual shock of the film comes from the intercutting of shots in which one or the other sister is alone in the frame with shots showing one in the foreground and the other in the background (alternately in/out of focus). The visual equation shifts and surprises.
In Apart from You, a curtain is drawn across the screen from left to right; Naruse then cuts to a shot in which a window slides open from right to left. Later in the film, a door closes in the foreground in a leftward movement that obliterates the figure of a geisha; after the cut, the geisha’s kimono crosses the foreground from left to right, obscuring the figure of an older geisha lying in bed. In the final train station scene of Three Sisters with Maiden Hearts, the electric shot changes convey the terrifying sweep of temporal progression in a way that already hints at the strangely detached purposefulness of When a Woman Ascends the Stairs.
Throughout his career, Naruse liked two-shots in which one person is in the foreground, the other in the background. The husband and the wife are filmed this way repeatedly throughout Every Night Dreams. The regular alternation of such shots creates a strong emotional cohesion, which pays off in the scene that follows the robbery the husband commits to pay for their son’s medical treatment. Contrary to the usual pattern, husband and wife now both face in the same direction, and both descend to floor in unison. In all his films, Naruse’s editing patterns emphasize criss-crossing diagonal movements, looks exchanged and averted, and the turning of faces toward and away from each other. A recurrent gambit has one person walk away from another, whereupon the other person advances to a new place to look at the first person from the side.
Naruse underlines the surprise of his shot changes by having people walk from behind the camera diagonally into depopulated visual fields. In the moment before the figure enters the shot, we’re often bewildered as to where we are and what relation this space bears to the last space we saw. The art of connecting “full” and “empty” spaces reaches unexpected heights of complexity and elaboration in the last half hour of Kumoemon Tochuken (36), one of a cycle of Naruse films about performing artists. (Noël Burch, who dislikes the film, simply calls it “slightly over-edited.”) But this art is already very advanced in Every Night Dreams, which has a stunning montage in which the heroine is shot from various angles as she walks around a room and bitterly denounces her husband: in each new shot, she walks into an empty frame into close-up. The apartment scene between the hero and his boss’s daughter early in Scattered Clouds is a remarkable example of Naruse using the same cutting and staging patterns in ’scope that he uses in standard format: cutting on movement, unexpected introduction of new angles, cutting to an external view of the scene from outside a window.
Naruse’s last films reveal increased severity and a certain impatience —not that there’s anything slapdash in their orchestration of detail, but the reserve with which Naruse has always viewed his characters hardens into a grim skepticism. His implacable awareness of how life hurries people through time and space has passed through anguish and become pure and desolate. The climax of Naruse’s career in this sense may be the supremely uncomfortable scene in Scattered Clouds of the central couple’s cab waiting at a train crossing. Here, with minimal prompting from the plot, Naruse makes us aware of a destined unhappiness linked both to the cosmos and to the film’s visual patterns.
But already we have got this feeling from the heartbreaking last sections of Mother, which Naruse called his “happiest” film. So pervasive in this film have been the abrupt departures of people and slow fade-outs on others left alone—which together imply that any look at a loved person could be the last look—that as soon as Naruse shows the mother seeing her oldest daughter dressed as a bride (for a hairdressing competition), we know that the mother will not live to see the daughter married in reality. Yet Naruse, having already surprised us by placing the end title in the middle of the film (in a movie-theater sequence), surprises us again by ending Mother before the mother dies. This could be the most subversive stroke in Naruse’s work, suggesting that since all endings are unhappy, one that is non-unhappy is simply premature.
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The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
Rather a nice little film, an O. Henry-like vignette that feels complete at 38 minutes. Naruse seems to be working out of Ozu's universe here: the film lacks his usual storytelling sprawl, though we get some of his visual gravity and his bleak vision of family and poverty. The physical humor is often deft (there's a very funny gag where the mother's compulsive sweeping threatens an infant lying on the floor), but the film peaks with the harsh scene of the father's unjust punishment of his son, ending in a beautiful long shot of the crying boy's retreat through a sunny field. Naruse is already punching up the story with camera moves and effects, but not as continuously as he would in a few years: the camera style remains calm until the plot takes an emotional turn.
Flunky, Work Hard! Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
Flunky, Work Hard! is the first surviving work of
director Mikio Naruse, his eighth film chronologically and available only as a
38-minute digest version created for the Japanese home market. Even at its
truncated length the film is a near-masterpiece, succumbing only in its final
moments to a dishonest sentimentality that we might attribute to misplaced
youthful idealism. The film contrasts a day-in-the-life of a working class
insurance salesman (Isamu Yamaguchi) with that of his temperamental young son
Susumu. While the salesman tries desperately to sell a policy to the rich woman
up the street, Susumu defends himself (in a quite hilarious succession of
physical brawls) against the taunts of some peers. The salesman insists his son
be more peaceful and acquiescent, though he fails to take his own advice when
plying his trade, engaging in childish displays of one-upsmanship with an
egregious rival agent. All to a purpose: The salesman is trying to land the
deal so that he can pay off his creditors and buy Susumu a model airplane, yet
the too explicit differences between father and son compel the boy to run away.
During his getaway Susumu is hit by a train and hospitalized. Upon hearing what
has happened the salesman runs to Susumu's bedside and contemplates his own
responsibility for the situation.
Flunky, Work Hard! contains an intriguing mix of elements from both
early and later Naruse. In addition to the director's omnipresent theme of the
frustrations of money, the film is composed primarily of static shots, though
these are frequently intruded on by hectic superimpositions that create a
powerfully implied impression of movement. These layered stylistic
juxtapositions anticipate the frenetic camera tracks of many of Naruse's 30s
movies (where he quite literally seems to be digging for his characters' souls),
though it should be noted that Flunky, Work Hard! is a much more
penetrating and psychologically acute work as compared to films like Not Blood Relations and Apart from You, both of which devolve into
dissonant melodramatic bathos. Flunky, Work Hard! is a film at a
crossroads, its most resonant image that of a fly trapped under a dripping
faucet and flailing around the waterlogged sink. It's almost as if Naruse
caught a glimpse, in this one visual, of the artist he would become, possessed
of a necessity to depict life in all its harsh and horrifying reality (as he
does in this image's complementary bookend: the devastating Hideko Takamine
close-up that closes out his cumulative masterpiece Yearning.) Yet Flunky,
Work Hard! is finally a young man's film and so the story's necessary final
punch is pulled to make way for an inorganic and fraudulent sense of hope—in
this we can see where many of the flaws of Naruse's subsequent films are
birthed, though the misstep seems somewhat less officious in the retrospect of
a career that ultimately does end up on the side of vicious and undeniable
Truth.
Eclipse Series 26: Silent Naruse Criterion essay by Michael Koresky, March 21, 2011
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A Journey Through the Eclipse Series: Mikio Naruse’s Flunky, Work Hard David Blakeslee from The Criterion Cast, March 28, 2011
Not Blood Relations Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
With the exception of Flunky, Work Hard! (reportedly only available in a 38-minute digest version), Mikio Naruse's earliest surviving feature is Not Blood Relations, a silent mother-love melodrama whose stylistic crudities explicitly illustrate what, in the director's later work, is relegated to subtlety and subtext. In telling the story of two mothers—one biological, one surrogate—fighting over the same daughter, Naruse makes excessive use of an over-the-top technical flourish (a swift camera track in from medium-shot to close-up) that emphasizes a character's inner turmoil while rather cheaply and mechanically heightening a given scene's sense of suspense and dread. Naruse employs the visual so often that its cumulative effect, over the course of a very long 85 minutes, is deadening, yet it remains, despite its manipulative superficiality, of multifaceted thematic interest. Seen in light of the director's more psychologically penetrating future efforts, it becomes clear that Naruse—via Not Blood Relations' oft-repeated visual motif—is as much digging for a personal style as he is for his characters' souls. The film is perhaps best viewed in this way and through this prism: as a work of youthful insouciance, the gesture of an innately talented apprentice whom we know (thanks to the dubious benefit of hindsight) will soon become a master.
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Gwynplaine MacIntyre (Borroloola@earthlink.net) from Minffordd,
I saw this movie in October 2005 at the Cinema Muto festival in
SPOILERS THROUGHOUT. Tamae Kiyuka is a woman with a past. Seven years ago, she
gave birth to a daughter (Shigeko) out of wedlock, but wasn't able to raise the
child properly. She gave the girl to Masako, a peasant woman who has no wealth
but who does have a stable marriage and family life. Masako raises Shigeko as
her own daughter.
Seven years later (which reminds me: do the Japanese give the number 7 the same
mystical significance that westerners do?), Tamae decides to reclaim her
daughter. She offers Shigeko all sorts of material comforts which Masako and
her humble husband Atsumi cannot match. For these reasons, and because of the
call of blood, Shigeko at first agrees to come with Tamae and to accept her
biological mother as her true parent. However, eventually Shigeko realises that
she truly loves her adoptive mother Masako as her parent, and cannot learn to
love the gaudy Tamae. In an ending right out of 'Stella Dallas', Tamae is a
good enough mother to recognise that she is a bad mother: her maternal love for
Shigeko compels her to put Shigeko's happiness above her own. Reluctantly, she
returns Shigeko to Masako's household, and departs.
On one level, this very Japanese movie reminded me of a lot of
Unfortunately, I never much fancied any of those
Eclipse Series 26: Silent Naruse Criterion essay by Michael Koresky, March 21, 2011
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Kerpan (kerpan) from
An early masterpiece by Naruse, this tells the story of an
aging geisha (Mitsuko Yoshikawa) who struggles to support her senior high
school-aged son (?). He, however, is so embarrassed by his mother that he has
begun cutting school -- and associating with a bad crowd. A young (late
teen-aged?) colleague of his mother (Sumiko Mizukubo -- a lovely girl with huge
eyes, who co-starred in Ozu's "Dragnet Girl") also worries about the
son, and urges him to not disappoint his mother. In order to show him how lucky
he is, she takes him to visit her dysfunctional family. The father is a
ne'er-do-well -- and the family is planning to sell their second daughter into
prostitution too -- in order to make ends meet. The contrast between the lovely
seaside locale and the sordidness of the family is striking. Although the two young
people are falling in love, she feels she must go off to a more profitable
location in order to make enough money to save her little sister from her
blighted fate. Very fine acting -- and some rather striking and extravagant
cinematography (Suketaro Inokai -- who also filmed some of
Apart from You
Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
In Apart from You, writer-director Mikio Naruse repeats several of the superficial stylistic flourishes of his previous film Not Blood Relations, accentuating the narrative's overly melodramatic turns of plot with flashy camera movements that effectively reiterate and replay the film's themes on an ad nauseum loop-de-loop. Yet it is nonetheless a much more focused and sustained work, bearing some evidence—via several beautifully visualized superimpositions—of the director's developing interest in character psychology. Little surprise, as attested by the films to follow, that it is Apart from You's female characters who are most vividly realized, yet this unfortunately creates something of an imbalance as the film primarily focuses on caricatured male lead Yoshio (Akio Isono), a delinquent teenager who comes to love and eventually lose Terukiku (Sumiko Mizukubo), the young woman in the employ of his geisha mother Kikue (Mitsuko Yoshikawa). At certain moments Yoshio comes off as a romanticized Narusian auto-critique, an adolescent precursor to the lacerating male alter ego in the director's great Anzukko. More often he's just two-dimensional deadweight diverting attention from his more intriguingly shaded female counterparts whose soulful sufferings for their gentleman cipher's protracted and hollow redemption take precedence over their occasional, welcome detours into insightful and nuanced personal backstory. Apart from You is finally all frustrated anticipation, nowhere more evident than in the climactic train station farewell, a sequence that plays out along all the expected, semi-effectual dramatic lines, yet suffers immeasurably when considered in light of Naruse's twilight masterpiece Yearning wherein a similar, emotionally heightened departure is subversively and devastatingly reworked.
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aka: Every Night Dreams
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Mikio Naruse's elegantly distilled early silent film Every Night's Dreams provides an archetype for the filmmaker's recurring themes: pragmatic, determined women who tenaciously hold onto their failing relationships, weak men who lead a life of increasing dependence on the women they mistreat, life stations that grow baser as characters paradoxically strive to improve their situation. Structured in the framework of a melodrama, the story chronicles the life of a popular bar hostess and single mother named Omitsu (Sumiko Kurishima) as she struggles to rebuild her fractured family after her chronically unemployed husband (Tatsuo Saito) unexpectedly returns. Stylistically, Naruse incorporates a series of innovative camerawork: temporal cross-cutting, elliptical montage, and recurring shots of disembodied framing (most notably, in a night time sequence of running legs) the serve, not only to provide a compact precision - and therefore, emotional tension - to the film's pervasive atmosphere of entrapment and existential stasis, but also to reflect the characters' sense of disorientation and economic instability.
Every Night Dreams Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
In the early years of his filmmaking career, Mikio Naruse's
peers bestowed on him a rather cruel nickname ("Dr. Disconsolate")
that finds its physicalized expression, via the eternally slouching character
of Mizuhara (Tatsuo Saito), in the director's 1933 silent Every Night Dreams.
Tall and thin, possessed of a sickly pale constitution, and cursed by perpetual
bad luck, Mizuhara treads lightly through life, a melancholy, anonymous shell
of a man inured to an unbounded, fatalistic defeatism. When he pays a visit to
his ex-wife Mitsu (Sumiko Kurishima), hoping to reassert himself into the life
of their young son Fumio (Teruko Kojima), he meets with an expected harsh
rejection. "Because of you I've become too tough to be sentimental,"
says Mitsu, who works as a
Like many Naruse films of the '30s, Every Night Dreams is somewhat
stylistically unhinged, yet the constant rapid push-ins and frenetic cutting
(particularly during a striking montage of running legs) feel more to the
psychological point than in comparatively showier works like Not Blood Relations and Street without End. Naruse brilliantly
navigates the space of Mitsu and Mizuhara's marriage—their apartment, which
even infinitely reflective mirrors seem to shrink and constrict, is a simmering
emotional hothouse that the characters traverse like opposing chess pieces,
forever avoiding each other's pained gazes and masking their feelings in a
culturally-sanctioned aura of politeness. When Fumio is hit by a car (one of
the director's career-constant motifs), it becomes clear that even home isn't safe
from Mizuhara's afflictive bad luck and so he sinks to thieving before finally
drowning himself in shame. What follows is perhaps Naruse's most indelible
sequence: confronted with Mizuhara's suicide note, Mitsu rips it violently with
her teeth and screams, "Weakling!" Cursing her husband, she falls to
her knees before a convalescing Fumio and pleads with him to be a strong man,
though the final composition and fade-out (at once empathetic and clinical)
suggests that, much like Mizuhara, Naruse recognizes the futility of prayers in
the face of a harsh, perhaps genetically predisposed reality.
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Kerpan (kerpan) from
1933 was the artistic
In this film, Sumiko Kurishima plays a woman whose husband had deserted her,
following the birth of her child. For lack of any better option, she has been
forced to support her son and herself as working as a hostess at a waterfront
bar. When her ne'er-do-well husband (Tatsuo Saito) returns, her first impulse
is to reject him, but her neighbors prevail on her to give him a second chance.
Saito proves to be a thoughtful father and a loving husband, but in
depression-stricken
Kurishima's performance here is simply one of the best I've ever seen. She was
the first woman star of the Japanese cinema -- and by this point -- had been at
the top of her field for over a decade (not counting early work as a child).
Her ability to express herself (despite maintaining great reserve), with both
face and body, is extraordinary. Tatsuo Saito's performance in a rare dramatic
part (albeit with a few comic moments) is likewise exceptional, capturing the
dreamy sweetness of his immensely kind (but unable to fit into the everyday
world) -- one has no trouble understanding why Kurishima (whose everyday life
is so filled with sordidness) has been attracted to him (and is willing to give
him another chance). Supporting roles are (as usual with Shochiku's top tier
efforts) superbly filled -- with regulars like Takeshi Sakamoto (as an overbearing
ship's captain lusting after Kurishima) and Choko Iida (as the crusty, but
ultimately not unfeeling, proprietress of the waterfront bar).
The cinematography (and editing) of this film is as perfect as the
performances. This is Naruse's most visually audacious film ever, with an
unsettling pattern of repeatedly tracking towards (and sometimes away from)
characters, use of extremely deep visual fields -- and some extraordinary
cutting. Indeed, Naruse's techniques were so audacious here that (despite critical
praise), he was forbidden from using them again at Shochiku (thus, prompting
his discontent -- and leading Ozu to recommend that he seize his opportunity to
shift to a newer studio which would give him greater support).
Eclipse Series 26: Silent Naruse Criterion essay by Michael Koresky, March 21, 2011
Press Notes: Silent Naruse April 04, 2011
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The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
A relatively conventional story, filmed with assurance by Naruse, and helped by an appealingly restrained lead performance from Setsuko Shinobu. The vigorous, eclectic camera style works through, not around, the drama, giving the impression that Naruse is completely engaged with the material. Even so, the film never develops the narrative complexity that is his specialty. Though Naruse doesn't do enough with Shinobu's participation in the death of her hapless husband, he scores big with the final scene, which returns to the opening visual theme of city chaos to amplify Shinobu's lingering sense of loss from an earlier relationship.
Street Without End Keith Uhlich from
Slant magazine
The classes collide in director Mikio Naruse's silent
melodrama Street Without End when the car driven by bourgeois mama's boy
Hiroshi Yamanouchi (Hikaru Yamanouchi) hits proletarian tea salon waitress
Sugiko Shima (Setsuko Shinobu). It's Sugiko's ticket to the better life she's
always dreamed of—one seemingly attained by her movie actress roommate Kesako
Nakane (Chiyoko Katori)—and after a romance-infused courtship capped by a
proposal in the ominous shadow of Mount Fuji, Sugiko marries and moves in with
Hiroshi, much to the distress of the latter's mother (Ayako Katsuragi) and
sister (Nobuko Wakaba). Hiroshi is weak in the face of his family and so Sugiko
is left to fend for herself against their constant condescending taunts. What
goes around comes around: Sugiko gains the upper hand when a distraught
Hiroshi, having driven his car off a cliff, is hospitalized in critical
condition. In one of Naruse's greatest sequences, Sugiko confronts the mother
and sister at her husband's bedside, tearing into them with righteous stoical
fury before turning her back on a heartbroken Hiroshi. The mélo becomes mythic
thanks to Naruse's expert sense of montage, the alternating images of the
actors' faces and bodies attaining an intense and overpowering rhythm that
culminate in a devastating juxtaposition: Hiroshi's hand falling limp as Sugiko
steps into an impassive close-up. There's a profound sense of finality to the sequence,
befitting the fact that this was to be Naruse's last silent as well as the film
that, due to some broken promises and behind-the-scenes tempests, drove him to
leave Shochiku studio for apparently greener pastures at PCL.
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Chin (lqualls-dchin) from
Naruse's THREE SISTERS WITH MAIDEN HEARTS remains one of the most inventive and original early sound films made anywhere; its usage of voice-over, sound effects, and music to amplify the basic narrative is extraordinarily sophisticated. It's also one of Naruse's most poignant films, with its story of three sisters and their travails as traveling musicians. It's very little known, but deserved to be more widely seen. This film is also notable as one of the rare instances when Yasunari Kawabata wrote the original screen story; in 1954, Naruse would adapt Kawabata's novel THE SOUND FROM THE MOUNTAINS, but this early collaboration remains an instance where a distinctive literary sensibility was truly represented on the screen.
Three Sisters with Maiden Hearts Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
Three Sisters with Maiden Hearts, writer-director Mikio Naruse's first sound film, tells the story of three very different siblings forced to work as samisen street musicians to make ends meet. O-Ren (Chikako Hosokawa), the eldest, is on a downward spiral into Tokyo's Asakusa district underworld, exasperated middle sister O-some (Masako Tsutsumi) attempts to protect her sisters by appeasing their demanding mother Hahaoya (Chitose Hayashi), and Chieko (Ryuko Umezono), the youngest, pursues love and romance with kindly restaurateur Aoyama (Heihachiro Okawa). Three Sisters is one of Naruse's most formally experimental works, making use of an intricate, yet playful flashback structure and a fluid, constantly moving camera to delineate the sisters' varying paths through life. Chieko's Folies Bergere-like dance numbers are a particular highlight, demonstrating Naruse's affinity with and understanding of the psychology of performance. And even at a relatively brief 64 minutes, it feels as if Three Sisters explores a lifetime of heartache and tragedy, culminating in a wrenching train station climax where O-some makes the ultimate sacrifice to preserve a complicated sense of familial status quo.
Chicago Independent Media Center Jimmy Johnson
“Don’t get smart. You’re not a princess.”
Was Mikio Naruse seventy years ahead of his time or is Rob Marshall seventy
years behind? Comparing Three Sisters with Maiden Hearts with Memoirs
of a Geisha is startling for Naruse’s portrayal of strong female characters
struggling in a system that does its best to keep them subservient. A strong
feminist message would be nice to see in more films today. Instead we’ve got
crap like Monster-in-Law where the formerly formidable Fonda, Jane that
is, ends up “trafficking in regressive, reactionary, blatantly sexist gender
codes”. MOAG is more along the lines of the latter and pales likes a
geisha’s makeup in comparison to Naruse’s wonderful film.
Opening with a series of great shots of life in
TSWMH was Naruse’s first sound film and his most visually experimental.
For long periods he keeps the camera in motion along with the sisters as they
navigate their way through Asakusa’s seedier parts. When the camera does stop
Naruse goes to great lengths to frame each scene memorably. A simple, brief,
beautiful shot of a paddle pushing a rowboat across the screen is made all the
more effective for the static camera after the long periods of action. The
sophisticated use of voice-over and sound effects put the technical proficiency
of the film far above most 1935 fare.
Mikio Naruse is somewhat a nonentity in the
aka: Kimiko
User comments from imdb Author: Eddie Kasica from New York City
A very dear film by the young Naruse Mikio, and the theme is what it so
often is in the great Japanese cinema of the 1930s, 40s and 50s: the heart
wants what it wants. The lovely daughter is played by Chiba Sachiko, and she
would later marry Naruse. The wonderful Japanese actor Maruyama Sadao plays the
father. Maruyama would later be exterminated in the
User comments
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(ahoffer) from
This is a tender love story taking place about the time when the Japanese
war machine was raping
The actual meeting, first when the father and daughter view each other from a
distance is the perfect technique Naruse-san used in other films, to the actual
polite, respectful way the Japanese greet each other, is quite emotional and
the viewer senses the love each has for the other, bridging the years of
separation.
The daughter is quite surprised to learn that the so-called infamous woman is
simply a very plain and loving farm lady with no special beauty nor male
allure. She quite simply loves the man she lives with; she is a marvelous rose,
something the man's wife was not.
As far as I know, the film is not available on DVD. I wish it were.
Wife! Be Like a Rose! Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
Writer-director Mikio Naruse's Wife! Be Like a Rose! has the
distinction of being the first Japanese talkie to receive a commercial
Though cinema has the power to open the world and offer all cultures new ways
of seeing, the Variety review makes clear that progressiveness often happens in
a series of fits and starts and that we frequently stumble like babes afflicted
and hindered by a peculiarly adult myopia. This facet of human experience quite
evidently applies to Kimiko Yamamoto (Sachiko Chiba, Naruse's then fiancée),
the bubbly protagonist of Wife! who, under the pretext of requiring a
go-between to officialize her engagement, rather naïvely attempts to reunite
her despondent poetess mother Etsuko (Tomoko Ito) with her estranged father
Shunsaku (Sadao Maruyama). Kimiko's hopes for a fairy-tale resolution start to
disintegrate the moment she visits her father's mountain home and discovers he
is raising a family with Oyuki (Yuriko Hanabusa), a retired geisha. (At the
screening I attended, Mary Richie, former wife of film scholar Donald Richie,
pointed out that Oyuki speaks to Kimiko in the most formal Japanese dialect, a
culturally-specific acknowledgement of both class placement and blood relations
that is unfortunately lost in the subtitle translation.) Kimiko convinces
Shunsaku to return to the city and meet with Etsuko, but the poetess treats her
husband with drunken disdain. Kimiko still holds out a kind of hope as she
takes her awe-struck father around a city he hasn't seen in years (in a
particularly hilarious moment of cross-cultural referencing, the duo reenact
the hitchhiking scene from Frank Capra's It Happened One Night), yet there
remains a burgeoning sense that her dreams of reconciliation are futile.
In the film's final, powerful sequence Shunsaku takes his leave while an
intoxicated Etsuko rails against her family and misfortunes. Naruse then
intercuts isolated images of Kimiko and Etsuko staring intensely at each other
while slowly tracking out from them, an agonizing dissolution of a tenuous
mother/daughter bond illustrated as a tragic/ecstatic loss of the soul. It's
one of the first instances where the young Naruse's stylistic and psychological
obsessions achieve perfect unity, and it rather boldly suggests that progress
of any kind (in family and in life) can lead us as much into darkness as it
does into light.
Kimiko in New York Kiyoaki Okubo from Rouge, December 2006
not coming to a theater near you (Ian Johnston) review
Lost Island of VHS... Matt Langdon from BunueL, August 22, 2010
The New York Times (Frank S. Nugent) review
TSURUHACHI
AND TSURUJIRO
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
A competent comedy-drama that gives Naruse no opportunity to
do anything interesting. The stylized pattern of quarrel and
reconciliation between the two leads seems particularly inappropriate for a
director whose vision of conflict is far more pervasive and entropic.
Though he can do little with the characters, Naruse shoots the musical
numbers beautifully, favoring low angles and spacious backgrounds, and giving
the film a sense of drama by cutting to the stage at odd times and sustaining
the tension of the performances with long takes.
Tsuruhachi and Tsurujiro Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
Tsuruhachi and Tsurujiro is primarily a vehicle for its very attractive stars Isuzu Yamada and Kazuo Hasegawa. As the titular, exceedingly popular performing duo (respectively a samisen player and a Shinnai singer) they enact a tragicomic tale of unrequited love that—save for a deeply affecting, pathos-ridden final scene—is far removed from director Mikio Naruse's usual cinema obsessions. Adapted by Naruse from a Matsutarô Kawaguchi novel, Tsuruhachi and Tsurujiro is a film of beguiling and seductive surfaces. Its beauty, much like its constantly bickering protagonists, is only skin deep. The film's many musical sequences, well-composed though they are, lack the thematic depth of Naruse's best work with the form—rather than illuminating and/or counterpointing each character's unique inner state (as in that masterpiece to come, The Song Lantern), they instead encourage our considerably blind adulation of Tsuruhachi and Tsurujiro. (Toward this point, it is especially difficult to delineate the line that separates the adoring on-screen audience from its doting off-screen counterpart.) With stars like this, though, it is almost silly and most certainly futile to complain: Yamada and Hasegawa have the sort of sacrosanct chemistry that creates its own kind of insight and profundity. And though Naruse would use both actors to more layered effect in two future productions (Yamada as the dancing geisha-in-training O-Sode in The Song Lantern, Hasegawa as the enigmatic samurai Karatsu Kanbei in A Tale of Archery at the Sanjusangendo) there is a grand thrill in watching them perform together here, like bearing witness to dual forces of nature in a constant state of flux, forever moving between the emotional extremes of embattlement and reconciliation, of selfishness and sacrifice.
THE
WHOLE FAMILY WORKS
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The fun stuff here are children/ teens in conflict and affection with each other and their parents. It's also interesting to see the rare picture of parents exploiting their children. There are large dollops of humour and characteristics of family life that anyone would recognise and appreciate. Like all Naruse, the film work and editing are admirable. The script, too, is credible and of interest. However, it's a little difficult to care for some reason. I think there are too many children - 9 - and the film print is probably even greyer than it was to begin with. Both characterisation and the drama are limited and sibling rivalry and generational conflict are timeworn themes. Still, not all bad by any means and worth watching.
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
Not too ambitious, but rather a nice film, full of dark character observations that are well integrated into a light comic tone. (I especially like the conflict between the casually venal mother and the diligent fourth son, who spends his savings rather than let his parents "borrow" them again.) An irresolvable conflict emerges - the children can escape lives of grinding poverty only by leaving the rest of the family in the direst of straits - and is played out to its grim conclusion. Unfortunately, the final section is defaced by the intervention of the children's gasbag teacher, whose function seems to be to give the story a phony tone of resolution and optimism. Is this the hand of censorship? At any rate, Naruse managed to sneak in a final, desolating shot of the parents, presumably looking starvation in the face now that their children have been liberated.
The Whole Family Works Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
The Whole Family Works, Mikio Naruse's adaptation of a Sunao Tokunga novel, feels more of a piece with the writer/director's quietly observant and psychologically charged later work. For the Naruse-familiar, it is an anomaly only in its placement within his filmography—indeed, this could be a film made by the elder, stasis-minded Naruse momentarily inhabiting, through a metaphysical twist of fate, his stylistically exuberant younger self. Set in depression-era Japan around the time of the Sino-Japanese War (which the director evokes, during a brief dream sequence, by dissolving between children's war games and actual adult warfare), The Whole Family Works gently observes a family coming apart at the seams. Ishimura (Musei Tokugawa) is the jobless father of nine children. Unable to find work he tasks his sons and daughters with the monetary support of the clan, an order no one questions openly until eldest son Kiichi (Akira Ubukata) comes home with a discontented headful of ideas imparted by his platitudinous teacher Mr. Washio. (Similar filial discontentedness behind the scenes: Naruse scholar Audie Bock suggests that the film's focus on "the working poor" quite deliberately skirted the requirements of the national policy propaganda films then encouraged by the patriarchal Japanese government.) The tension between father and son builds over the course of the film until they fight it out during a torrential downpour, a sequence featuring one of Naruse's most striking juxtapositions: a dissolve between Ishimura and Kiichi's heated debate and the increasingly violent rainstorm pattering rhythmically against the outer walls of their home. Though The Whole Family Works finally feels like something of a warm-up for the director's stylistic and thematic obsessions post-Ginza Cosmetics, it is moments such as this (along with an equally striking last image, breeding revolution, of the younger sons heedlessly somersaulting on the floor above their parents) that show Naruse's raw, burgeoning talent shaping itself into something expressive and masterful.
TRAVELING
ACTORS
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
An uncanny film that seems much better in retrospect than it
did when it was in progress. Early on, we realize not only that the story
is predicated on a single joke - the excessive identification of the
protagonists with their equine acting persona - but also that this conceit is
an abstraction that inhibits any deep study of character. Despite the
narrowness of the psychology, Naruse pulls humor from small, realistic
interactions, and the country atmosphere is a strong presence. (There's a
beautiful, leisurely sequence in which the rejected actors wander through a
series of pastoral long shots on their disgruntled way to the river - John Ford
couldn't have struck a better balance between the timeless appeal of landscape
and the melancholy of the human drama enclosed in the vastness of space.)
The ending is transformative: the narrowness of the characterizations is
acknowledged and amplified into absurdism, as the funny horse suit triumphantly
leaves the confines of the theater and claims the expansive landscape for its
own. Paradoxically, the crazy ending makes the film feel like a deeper
study of people: one imagines that Renoir or Boris Barnet would have liked to
have made this film.
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Kerpan (kerpan) from
This film like Ozu's "story of Floating Weeds" depicts a troupe of
wandering kabuki players traveling through rural
Unfortunately, however, their local patron (a somewhat over-important barber,
played by Ko MIHASHI) gets drunk and accidentally crushes the horse's head.
After the two object to the pathetically repaired head he proffers, the barber
decides that their fake horse was no good anyway (despite the audience approval
they always received) -- and replaces them with a real horse. The displaced
pair take their revenge, after moping awhile, by going on a rampage through the
town (initially in their guise of a wild horse) and let the real horse loose.
As the film ends, both the real horse and the two actors (now carrying their
bits of horse costume) flee the town.
Overall, a charming film. Lighter in tone than Ozu's film, it is more
reminiscent of the contemporary work of Hiroshi SHIMIZU (albeit with a more
conventional sense of pacing and structure). Some lovely rural cinematography
by Seiichi KIZUKA. Also entertaining performances by the two halves of the
horse. Especially noteworthy is a scene where Fujiwara demonstrates his mastery
of horse noises for the lady-folk -- and Yanagiya unwittingly demonstrates why
he is still only an apprentice horse's back end.
Traveling Actors Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
The print of Traveling Actors that I viewed translated
the title as the cumbersome yet infinitely more appropriate Actors Who Play
the Horse. An awkwardly literal description of the film's
one-joke-to-the-extreme premise, it nonetheless more powerfully evokes the
allegorical qualities inherent to director Mikio Naruse's comic Zen parable.
Despite a few expositional lulls (dis)courtesy of the supporting cast (flaws
that we might attribute, per film historian Audie Bock's indispensable book Japanese
Film Directors to the fact that the movie was heavily cut by its
producers), Traveling Actors remains Naruse's out-and-out funniest work,
a comedy of numerous surface pleasures that unexpectedly deepens in retrospect.
In the characters of Hyoroku Ichikawa (Kamatari Fujiwara) and Senpei Nakamura
(Kan Yanagiya)—low-level, yet intensely serious traveling theater actors who
play, respectively, the front and rear legs of a pantomime horse—Naruse creates
a hilariously existential tragicomic duo, a Vladimir and Estragon who have
found a Godot that, as narrative circumstances soon dictate, they must defend
at any and all costs.
Explaining and demonstrating their craft to a pair of awestruck geishas,
Hyoroku and Senpei come across as the most ingratiating of divas; a lesser
director would mock them, no doubt portraying their method acting neighs and
whinnies (cloaked in the guise of satire) as the ultimate in grand delusions.
But Naruse has an affection and love for these characters that is far removed
from cruel condescension. Indeed, the director continuously illustrates how
genuinely satisfied Hyoroku and Senpei are in their chosen profession while
simultaneously demonstrating how the duo's onstage performance shapes their
offstage behavior. In a sequence where Kikugoro (Minoru Takase), the theater
troupe manager, informs Hyoroku and Senpei that a real horse is going to
replace them (a decision clinched, interestingly, by the theater audience's
explosive reaction to the animal's impromptu mid-performance urination), Naruse
shoots the pair's exit from leg height, quietly observing as they fall into a
touchingly dejected equine lock step. It's an oft-repeated visual motif, one
that builds in its comic insight and intensity to Traveling Actors'
climactic man-versus-beast showdown where all the world becomes a stage and a
four-legged pretender to the theatrical throne is uproariously run out of town.
HIDEKO
THE BUS CONDUCTRESS
Hideko the Bus Conductress Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
Hideko the Bus Conductress, Mikio Naruse's deceptively
lighthearted comic confection, is the writer-director's first collaboration (of
a total 17) with the great Japanese actress Hideko Takamine. As the teenage bus
conductress O-Koma, Takamine might best be described as beatification
personified, and it is her continuously cheerful demeanor that effectively
masks the film's underlying current of satirical bitterness. In an effort to bolster
the profits of the struggling Kohoku bus company, O-Koma and her co-worker
Sonoda (Keita Fujiwara) propose offering tour guide commentary to the many
sights along their rural route. After receiving approval from their hilariously
disaffected boss (played by Yotaro Katsumi as a subtly frightening embodiment
of the bottom line-minded bean-counter run amok), the duo enlists Gonji Igawa
(Daijirô Natsukawa), a
THE
SONG LANTERN
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This is a modern fairy story. It's a little hard to talk about without
revealing the plot, but major themes are the evil consequences of arrogance,
the redeeming power of guilt, the importance of a woman's virtue, the need for
expiation of one's sins, the role of family and the power of forgiveness.
There's a fair bit of Noh in it, which is an acquired taste for some, but even
if you don't understand any allusions, the film is still worth watching.
As ever in Naruse, some beautiful scenes, excellent camera-work and convincing
interaction. It is a little stilted and contrived compared with his other
films, and the acting is less powerful, with much less emphasis on womens'
characters, but this is doubtless a response to the Noh context.
The Song Lantern Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
The Song Lantern is an intoxicating work from director
Mikio Naruse that follows the exploits of cocky young Noh performer Onchi
Kitahachi (Shôtarô Hanayagi), expelled from his family theater troupe after
driving Sozan, a blind masseur and boastful amateur Noh singer, to suicide.
Kitahachi vows never to perform Noh again and for several guilt-stricken years
he wanders the roads of Meiji-era Japan as a lantern singer, living off the
tips and backhanded compliments of others. Then Kitahachi hears from his friend
Jirozou (Eijirô Yanagi) that Sozan's daughter O-Sode (Isuzu Yamada) is still
alive, forced to make her way as a geisha, though she lacks the necessary
samisen-playing skills. He takes it upon himself to train her in one of the
finest, most difficult Noh dances and soon after O-Sode becomes the redemptive
instrument by which Kitahachi is reunited with his family and his art. The
Song Lantern is, scene for scene, a visual marvel, comparable—most
explicitly during a training montage set in an ethereal woodland—to the regal
sweep of a Mizoguchi film. Naruse's atypically swooping camera moves have a
profound majesty, but his customary sense of stasis and observance is here as
well via the film's languorous Noh sequences, which envisage a primarily
theatrical art as sublime, rhythmic cinema. The Song Lantern is probably
something of a challenge for Western audiences as one is dropped into this
culturally specific milieu with little explanation of its nuances and meanings.
It is best approached by the viewer bearing some familiarity with Naruse and
his obsessions, and/or with the tenets of Noh stylization.
This is not to say that the film is entirely inaccessible to the neophyte; much
like two of Naruse's other 40s works (Traveling Actors and A Tale of Archery at the Sanjusangendo), The
Song Lantern can and should be viewed through the universal prisms of myth
and parable. There's much reliance on coincidence in the narrative, which might
play as contrivance were Naruse not so attuned to his characters' surroundings.
Nature is, in many ways, the film's background protagonist, a spiritual
connector that makes certain each character is where they need to be at any
given moment. This unspoken sense of fatalism (intertwining the tragic and the
ecstatic) permeates The Song Lantern's every scene and it certainly fits
with Naruse's generally pessimistic outlook on life, especially in a
fog-shrouded sequence where Kitahachi, despondent and drunk, is literally
haunted by Sozan's ghost. Yet the film's spiritual substance (illustrated when Kitahachi
reunites with his father and O-Sode against a radiant full moon backdrop) also
speaks to a powerful sense of certainty in divine recompense, a kind of
egotistical entitlement befitting the confident, nationalist mood Japan's
wartime powers-that-be wished to portray and cultivate. Though it's clear that
Naruse has little interest in the film's propagandistic elements, one wonders
if they were among the reasons the director, in his later years, reportedly
said that he made no movies of worth between 1935's Wife! Be Like a Rose!
and 1951's Repast, all evidence (The Song Lantern in particular)
to the contrary.
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
Another period piece, with legendary characters and vaguely martial overtones. The script has some wit, and the screenwriter makes a small effort to give the characters dimension, but there's really not much that Naruse can do with this material, other that create beautiful deep-space compositions for the exterior shots. Occasionally a small mysterious moment is created by duration and editing rhythm, but the characters are too thin to absorb the mystery.
A Tale of Archery at the Sanjusangendo Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
A Tale of
Archery at the Sanjusangendo is a highly entertaining period piece from
director Mikio Naruse, filmed in
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
Not as original in concept as the best Naruse films, but full of interesting texture. Tanaka is excellent as the barmaid suspended between good-natured perseverence and bitter practicality, and Naruse lets both of these aspects coexist in her character without pushing either too hard. The bar scenes in the first half are full of good detail and are often funny (there's an especially wonderful moment where Tanaka busies herself lighting and smoking a cigarette to keep herself from cracking up at an awful singer), and the dialogue is consistently smart. When the plot kicks in, though, it doesn't give Naruse much room to play storytelling games: the possibility of love rears its head and then departs without revealing anything interesting about Tanaka's character. Despite its considerable appeal, the film ends up feeling a bit unsatisfying.
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This is a gentle, affectionate take on a middle aged bar hostess, struggling
to bring up a child alone and facing financial, sexual and end of career
issues, as well as the implied disapproval of society. There is plenty of
humour, though, and acute observation of people and relationships in their
everyday lives.
Apparently slow initially, one gets gradually drawn in to care for these
essentially good characters, even the weak and slightly unreliable ones
(generally men).
The set pieces of bar life are particularly well observed. And the mutual
respect and simple good manners of Japanese society as depicted is always
fascinating to Western eyes.
As ever with Naruse, the camera-work is so effective one is hardly conscious of
it as one engages with this picture of a determined but dignified struggle by a
virtuous woman.
A Nutshell Review Stefan S.
The opening shots of this movie firmly puts it in the Ginza
district of Tokyo back in 1951, with its distinct landmark of the Clock Tower,
and serves kind of like a documentary snapshot of the district with following
the kid Haruo in and around the area, before finally we get to meet his mom
Yukiko (Kinuyo Tanaka), a bar hostess struggling to make ends meet.
Directed by Mikio Naruse, this movie doesn’t have any big moments, and feels
like a capture of the relatively mundane life of Yukiko, in her luckless
meeting with various men who seem always to disappoint, and her taking care of
her only son. These are acute observations that represent that slice of life,
and doesn’t over-dramatize or wallow in melodrama and the theatrics, which is
quite commendable, given the usual tendency for movies of the genre to lapse
into. Things happen as a matter of fact, right up until the tense and anxious
moments of looking for a runaway kid.
Kinuyo Tanaka brings forth a quiet, stoic demeanour in her Yukiko, being unable
to change her fate of being a single mother, and she could make you wring your
heart as we experience together with Yukiko a potential moment of probably
romance with a young man flit away, despite initial reluctance to get acquainted
and help out in his stay in Tokyo. I thought it was quite magnanimous of her to
do what she did, and felt that it was really sad for one to resign to her fate
without any inclination to challenge it with the hope that things might be for
the better.
If you prefer your movies quiet, with the dignified presence of a star actress
at her element, then perhaps Ginza Cosmetics would be a launchpad for anyone
interested in following the filmography of director Mikio Naruse, and of his
many film collaborations with Kinuyo Tanaka.
Ginza Cosmetics Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
According to film scholar Audie Bock, Ginza Cosmetics
is based less on its credited source material—a novel by Tomoichiro Igami—and
more on screenwriter Matsuo Kishi and director Mikio Naruse's personal
knowledge of Tokyo's Ginza district. Primarily a showcase for the great
Japanese actress Kinuyo Tanaka, the film also marks an important turning point
in its director's career. I part company with those who regard Ginza
Cosmetics and Repast as works heralding Naruse's emergence
from a supposed creative slump. Neither film holds a candle to the director's
lush, experimental, and mythic '40s triptych (Traveling Actors, The Song Lantern, and A Tale of Archery at the Sanjusangendo), nor
do they surpass the often flawed stylistic and emotional flamboyance of his
early-'30s melodramas (Not Blood Relations, Apart From You, and Street Without End.) Ginza Cosmetics,
in particular, seems a reiteration (at worst a rehash) of the latter group of
films, though what sets it apart is a very clear sense of purpose amid the mesh
of varying artistic intentions.
In other words, Ginza Cosmetics is rough-draft Naruse: he is here
working through the stylings and observations he will more confidently
articulate in such later masterpieces as Late Chrysanthemums, Flowing, and Yearning. Naruse's
camera glides sensually through the club Bel Ami, workplace of
Ginza Cosmetics is both fascinatingly and frustratingly dogged by its
creator's self-awareness. The quietly tragic arc of Yukiko's life (working as a
Isthmus (Kent Williams) review
In his highly idiosyncratic (and highly recommended)
reference book, A Biographical Dictionary of Film, David Thomson says
about Mikio Naruse's films, "I will see them one day," then confesses
that he hopes to delay that day as long as possible so that there will always
be a body of great work out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. Only a
true cinephile would think that one up. But
That's about to change with the launching of "A
Wanderer's Notebook: The Films of Mikio Naruse," a nearly semester-long
series brought to you by the UW Cinematheque. Known for female characters who
embrace the hopelessness of their lives, Naruse refused to put a smiley face on
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
An affecting, contemplative film, unusually specific to its
locations (
User comments from imdb Author: crossbow0106 from United States
I've said this before in reviews here and I'll say it again: Stesuko Hara is
a fantastic actress. She plays a housewife who after five years with her
husband Hatsu (Ken Uehara) finds married life to be wanting. A visit from
Hatsu's cousin, the very pretty, youthful Satako (Yukiko Shimazahi) brings
further tension when she looks to spend time with Hatsu. Michiyo (Ms. Hara)
doesn't know what to think, and, coupled with other instances like her husband
coming home very drunk, suspects things. At times you see Michiyo clean in a
way that suggests obsession, which could very well be just a way to mask the
pain. Ms. Hara plays those scenes looking fairly dowdy, but when she dresses up
to meet her old girlfriends, she is the radiant beauty that so often graces
other great films she has acted in. One of the best things about this film is
that during it you know what she should do, but, in a strange way, you don't
want her to leave her husband. There are other smaller characters here, and
they enhance the film. A fun scene for me was the tour of
Pigs
and Battleships [Ryan Wu]
If all you've seen from Ozu are Tokyo Story, Late Spring, and An Autumn Afternoon, from Mizoguchi only Ugetsu, Sansho the Bailiff, and Story of the Last Chrysanthemum, and from Kurosawa only High and Low, Yojimbo and Seven Samurai, you'd have this impression that each is an unassailable master of the art. A more complete survey will confirm each master's greatness while at the same time reveal certain weaknesses that become more prominent in each director's less successful efforts such as Early Spring, Life of Oharu, and Red Beard respectively. I'm hesitant based on the three well-regarded Naruses I've seen to call him the equal of those lionized Japanese masters. But if Naruse can't be placed in the Pantheon just yet, he's surely quite close to heaven. Repast is, like the other two Naruses I've seen, a spectacularly unspectacular film. The style is classical, unobtrusive. The story, about a married couple facing 5-year relationship crisis, rather ordinary. Just the same, the movie's as compelling as anything by the great masters. As in Late Chryanthemums and Floating Clouds, Naruse here creates an ardently materialist world where the social pressure for money acts like a vise to the head, threatening to break up Setsuko Hara from her weak husband. Hara, never more lovely, gives one her greatest performances here; as in Early Summer, she hides a forceful yen for freedom behind her polite, practiced smile. But here she has a greater range of emotions than I've ever seen from her: strong-willed yet self-doubting, forceful yet a bit opaque, cheerful yet spiteful (has Setsuko ever shown as much disdain as she does here, especially towards the flirty niece?). Hara plays a woman with a more active inner life than any character I've seen from that period (and a direct contrast with another virtuoso performance from a Naruse picture, the force-of-nature heroine played by Hideko Takamine in Floating Clouds) -- it's an eye-opening performance. As for the film, minor epiphanies are reached, but Naruse, the most unsentimental of the masters, closes the proceedings on an ironic note. For Naruse, the central theme is clear: for women, marriage is a prison from which there is no escape.
Repast Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
The Japanese title for director Mikio Naruse's Repast
is Meshi, commonly defined as "meal" or "to eat or
feast," though my Japanese-to-English dictionary also offers two alternate
translations: "a summons" or "to call." It's a
multi-layered double entendre, all-too-easily lost in translation, that evokes
matters both of spirit and of flesh, and it similarly illustrates one of
Naruse's thematic constants, namely the oft-devastating push-and-pull between
things mortal and metaphysical. The day-to-day actions of a Naruse character
are typically mundane and, in the case of Repast's husband and wife protagonists
Hatsunosuke (Ken Uehara) and Michiyo Okamoto (Setsuko Hara), repetitious to the
point of none-too-subtly cloaked disdain. Their relationship is a vicious cycle
of discontent, though one possessing enough deceptive familiarities to allow
them to navigate their individual distress with relative ease. Yet when the
Osaka-dwelling couple's freewheeling niece Satoko (Yukiko Shimazaki) comes to
live with them it throws the scales off balance and Michiyo, in particular,
finds herself more and more dissatisfied with her situation. She answers her
inner calling and runs off to
Midnight Eye review: Repast (Meshi, 1951, Mikio NARUSE) Jasper Sharp
Four Studies by Mikio Naruse • Senses of Cinema Michael Campi, May 12, 2007
not coming to a theater near you (Leo Goldsmith) review
DVD Times Noel Megahey
User comments from imdb Author: GyatsoLa from Ireland
A Film Canon [Billy Stevenson]
Filmjourney Doug Cummings reviews REPAST and WHEN A WOMAN ASCENDS THE STAIRS
DVD Times Noel Megahey, Naruse Volume 1: REPAST, SOUND OF THE MOUNTAIN, and FLOWING
CineScene.com (Howard Schumann) review reviewing REPAST, WHEN A WOMAN ASCENDS THE STAIRS, LATE CHRYSANTHEMUMS, also seen here: Talking Pictures (UK) review
DVDBeaver.com [Gary W. Tooze] Naruse Volume I: REPAST, SOUND OF THE MOUNTAIN, and FLOWING
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Chin (lqualls-dchin) from
OKASAN is one of the rare instances when Naruse was able to create a film with a little more humor than usual; for this reason, this study of an adolescent girl and her mother has moments of great charm, even though the general sadness which pervades so many of Naruse's films cannot help but add dimension to the story. The ending of the film is more upbeat than is usual for Naruse, and so the effect is bittersweet and rueful, rather than despairing and sad. It's a film full of delicate touches of great tenderness; it's a film that really does celebrate motherhood, though in a very unsentimental way. Though Naruse does emphasize the problems of the family, he allows the affection that the family feels for each other to texture the film with a feeling of genuine warmth. This remains a very special film for Naruse for this reason.
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
Even 60 minutes into the movie (around the time of that startling false "The End" title), I was having trouble finding anything distinguished in it: the levelled-out tone of sentimentality wasn't really overdone, but neither did it seem very original, or at all typical of Naruse. (The use of music and voiceover to create a level, retrospective mood feels almost Fordian.) But near the end the pattern of characters dropping away accelerated to the point of abstraction, and Naruse's empty angled interior shots started looking ghostly. I thought of those war movies where the platoon dwindles to a man or two by the end. Or, given that every major character is eventually marked for an exit, including the mysteriously afflicted Tanaka, maybe a better comparison is to vacated-center films like Point Blank or These Are the Damned. The theme of duty is hit hard in Mother, but Naruse characteristically (even subversively) lets a bleak psychological vision creep around the edges of the surface celebration. I never cared for this film before, but now I think I kind of like it.
Mother Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
Simultaneously sentimental and meta, director Mikio Naruse's Mother
depicts a period in the life of Masako Fukuhara (Kinuyo Tanaka) as narrated by
her teenage daughter Toshiko (Kyôko Kagawa). Forced to take over the family
dry-cleaning business after the death of her husband, Masako attempts to cope
with her daughter's rebellious behavior while also supporting her sickly son
Susumu (Akihiko Katayama), now confined to a sanitarium. Toshiko, meanwhile,
harbors suspicions that her mother is falling for her Uncle Kimura (Daisuke
Katô)—fondly nicknamed "Uncle Prisoner" after his time as a POW in
Strictly Film School Acquarello
Okasan opens to the voice of a reflective young woman named Toshiko (Kyôko Kagawa) who amusedly comments on her assiduous and determined mother Masako's (Kinuyo Tanaka) idiosyncratic preference for short brooms as she observes her mother meticulously sweeping the floors of their modest family home. In a poor, working class Tokyo suburb in 1950, the proud and uncomplaining Fukuharas persevere in the hopes of making a better life for their children (and extended family) and their future. Every morning, after finishing the housework, Masako wheels an awkward, portable cart down the street to sell candy at a sidewalk makeshift concession stand. Her husband, the gentle and hardworking Ryosuke (Masao Mishima), has found temporary employment as a security guard at a factory, patiently waiting for the government reappropriation laws to be enacted so that the family may reclaim their property seized during the war and reopen their laundry and clothes dyeing shop. Overworked and plagued with ill health, Ryosuke has enlisted the aid of an affable and trustworthy family friend returning from a Soviet internment camp named Kimura (Daisuke Katô), whom the children affectionately call Mr. POW, to help him run the business. The Fukuharas' grown son, Susumu (Akihiko Katayama), has been sent to a sanitarium after developing a recurrent ailment from working at an upholstery shop. Their youngest child, Chako (Keiko Enonami), is reluctantly adjusting to life with the shared attention of her parents after the Fukuharas take in her cousin, Tetsuo, whose widowed mother, Masako's sister Noriko (Chieko Nakakita), has been repatriated from Manchuria and is preoccupied with examinations for her vocational training, and is unable to provide for her young son. However, despite the family's diligence and tenacity in rebuilding their lives in the wake of a devastating national turmoil, the Fukuwaras inevitably encounter greater disappointment, hopelessness, and personal tragedy.
Mikio Naruse presents a compassionate, resigned, and poignant examination of human struggle, perseverance, and sacrifice in Okasan. Juxtaposing the innocence and optimism of youth with the austerity of life in postwar Japan, Naruse reflects the gradual erosion of hope in the face of change and uncertainty: the town festivals that coincide with episodes of illness and death in the family; the Fukuharas' fond reminiscence of their hectic life as young parents with a newly opened business, as Ryosuke looks forward to the laundry shop reopening despite his debilitating illness; Chako's picnic at an amusement park that exacerbates Masako's motion sickness. From the opening shot of Toshiko's affectionate voice-over against the image of the resourceful Masako, arched forward, cleaning the house, Naruse conveys the understated and bittersweet image of his archetypal, resilient heroine - an unsentimental, yet graceful and reverent portrait of a tenacious, aging woman struggling - and literally yielding - against the interminable burden of poverty, heartache, disillusionment, and unrealized dreams.
Mother film
review • Mikio Naruse • Senses of Cinema
Luke Aspell, June 9, 2015
User comments from imdb Author: simon-1303 from United Kingdom
This is about a fairly dysfunctional family: multiple fathers
who seem to have left the scene and bickering adult siblings with problems. I
scored this a bit low because I wasn't sure what was going on. One could see
the big picture of sis trying to get out from under but otherwise, it seemed a
mishmash of interactions which were fairly predictable and didn't take the plot
anywhere.
It's well-shot and edited; Naruse always is; but without any evident direction,
it's hard to stay engaged. I'm afraid I nodded off a bit, so perhaps I missed
something, but it wasn't easy to stay focused when nothing much was happening.
What there was was crashing great points without much subtlety; unusual for
Naruse.
User comments from imdb Author: Andres Salama from Buenos Aires, Argentina
Inazuma stars the wonderful Hideko Takamine, which was one of the
regulars of the films of Michio Naruse (at least during the 1950s). The movie,
set in postwar Japan in a lower middle class milieu, is a bit hard to
understand at first, with all the messy family relations for the audience to
sort out, but is basically about the Takamine character's decision to leave her
extended family and start a life of her own (her mother has four different
children from different fathers: "you breed like a cat", Takamine
would later reproach her mother, in one of the movie's funnier lines). The
movie ends up in a relatively upbeat note. And why in so many Japanese movies
from the 1950s the only job apparently available to young women consist on
being tourist guides?
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
The most perfect and moving of Naruse's family dramas. Takamine's rebellious daughter, a bus tour conductor whose perky descriptions of tourist sites are humorously presented as non-diegetic, is immersed in one of Naruse's most interestingly destructive families, shot through with masochistic self-abnegation as well as the usual reflexive predation. Relatively level-headed and with just enough anger to keep her emotionally distant from the family quagmire, Takamine reaches out, first tentatively and then decisively, toward anything that evokes the culture and tranquility that she has never known. Naruse's most exciting climactic "kicker" is in fact a double kicker: after an outburst at her trapped mother that reveals only the depths of Takamine's despair, a quiet barrage of lightning heralds a new, inner narrative of optimism that Takamine gradually succeeds in imposing on the film at large. The last line, an unexpected gift to our intrepid heroine, sends the audience out with a feeling of hope quite rare in Naruse's work.
Lightning Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
Mikio Naruse's second adaptation of a novel by Fumiko Hayashi stars Hideko Takamine, the director's frequent muse, as bus conductress Kiyoko Komori, the youngest daughter in a family of squabbling half-siblings. All the children are products of different fathers, though they share the same mother: a tragically weak-willed woman named Osei (Kumeko Urabe). The familial tension only increases when the husband of one daughter dies and leaves behind a substantial insurance policy, so Kiyoko abandons them to their quarrels and makes a go of it on her own, though she finds she can't leave her mother behind so easily. Takamine is especially terrific, her perpetually wide-eyed, comically exasperated performance at once suggesting Kiyoko's trappings of the body and the wanderings of her mind. It's a highly conceptualized piece of work that anticipates the actress's divisive, tic-heavy take on Hayashi herself in Naruse's fatally flawed biopic A Wanderer's Notebook, though I'd certainly place Takamine's stylings here alongside her masterful turns in When a Woman Ascends the Stairs and Yearning. Lightning never quite reaches the heights of those films (much like Older Brother, Younger Sister, it is superbly modulated, second-tier Naruse), though the climactic mother/daughter confrontation—scored to classical music and punctuated by expertly timed lightning flashes—is close to perfection and once again illustrates Naruse's talent for concluding his films on an ideal, though rarely contented final note.
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When a retrospective of films directed by Mikio Naruse played in my area a
short while ago, I saw quite a few of them in a short span of time, including
many of the ones considered classics -- "Repast," "Floating
Clouds," "When a Woman Ascends the Stairs," and so on. While I
enjoyed them all, some of the plots and characters of the films became muddled
in my mind because of the compressed time frame in which I saw them.
Yet parts of this family drama, "Inazuma" ("Lightning"),
keep coming back to me months afterward. I think it's because the story
resonates so closely with my experience -- that of a young adult trying to make
his or her way in the world while struggling with the simultaneous tug and
repulsion of one's blood relations. The movie realistically portrays the
frustration and misery that can occur within a family under adverse
circumstances. But it contains a tinge of hopefulness as well.
Most of us, at one time or another, have become disgusted with members of our
family and have felt like running away from them rather than dealing with them
and their attendant obligations. "Familiarity breeds contempt," the
saying goes. At such times we might even feel more comfortable associating with
strangers than with our own kin. That pretty well describes the feelings of
Hideko Takamine's character, Kiyoko, during this film. She is the youngest of
four adult siblings, each fathered by a different man by their now graying,
hapless mother. As the story progresses, Kiyoko becomes increasingly frustrated
at her flawed siblings and their constant bickering, begging, and self-pity
until she decides she just can't stand them anymore and moves across town in
search of a more tranquil domestic life. And for a while she seems to find it.
This probably doesn't sound like a pleasant film to watch, and indeed much of
the movie is one agonizing episode after another. But the sublime conclusion is
what makes this film so memorable. Without being too specific, I will say that
the ending sequence, in which Kiyoko and her mother have it out with each
other, is a masterfully filmed composition of acting, dialogue, and music. It's
stirring on many levels. One part of that scene, in which Takamine gazes out
her window to the house next door, keeps returning to my mind week after week.
Though difficult to stomach at times, "Lightning" is emotionally true
and ultimately quite satisfying. Much of the credit should go to Takamine's
expressive acting, Naruse's skillful intercutting, and Fumiko Hayashi's deftly
written story. This is the second of Naruse's films based on stories by Hayashi
("Meshi," a.k.a. "Repast," was the first), and fortunately
there would be four more: "Tsuma" ("Wife"),
"Bangiku" ("Late Chrysanthemums"), "Ukigumo" ("Floating
Clouds"), and "Hourou-ki" ("A Wanderer's Notebook"). I
haven't seen "Wife," but the others are all worth seeing, in my
opinion. For now, though, "Lightning" is the one I regard with the
most affection.
aka: A Couple
Husband And
Wife | Jonathan Rosenbaum
Also known as A Couple, this 1953 Japanese feature is another of Mikio Naruse’s dramas about unhappy marriages, the tension exacerbated in this case by the fact that the spouses (Ken Uehara, Yoko Sugi) share living space with a quirky landlord (Rentaro Mikuni). The ending is uncharacteristically hopeful, and the film is notable for its references to abortion and its dashes of Anglo-American culture (a performance by a Chaplin impersonator, renditions of Jingle Bells and Silent Night). In Japanese with subtitles. 87 min.
User comments from imdb Author: simon-1303
from United Kingdom
The context here is tightly drawn in scope around a couple and their
colleagues and friends, and the intended theme of marital discord is consistent
and pervasive. The plot weaves around within these constraints, bringing out
the various aspects of the eternal battle of the sexes. What do you do if your
spouse is boring? How do you respond if your spouse is much admired? If your
marriage is a cause of distress, whose fault is it? And how do you put it
right? Good acting, if a little melodramatic and obvious compared with some of
his other films. Effective use of limited interiors but little exterior work,
so a more limited palette in sets and prominent cast than is sometimes the
case. Really, it has a definite feel of a play turned into a film, with limited
use of cinematic inspired techniques. As ever, interesting insights for
foreigners like me into Japanese customs. An amusing script helps, as does an
extremely watchable leading actress.
So, not one of Naruse's best, but all Naruse's are worth watching and this
succeeds in being thoroughly entertaining, particularly if you are or have been
married.
Husband and Wife Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
Husband and Wife is one of director Mikio Naruse's
stranger films. Primarily a personality-clash comedy in which married couple
Isaku and Kikuko Nakahara (Ken Uehara and Yôko Sugi) move in with eccentric
male widower Ryota Takemura (Rentaro Mikuni), the film plays, much of the time,
as a sort of meta-movie "what if?" (in this case: what if Charlie
Chaplin and Buster Keaton were locked together in a room and forced to fight
over Mary Pickford?) The Chaplin parallel becomes explicit halfway through when
the trio goes to a Christmas pageant and view a stage show reenactment of one
of the Tramp's comedy routines. It's telling that Takemura (whose broad
physical mannerisms and naïve City Lights stare are more than vaguely
Chaplinesque) laughs uncontrollably throughout the performance; he's Narcissus
captured by his own reflection, his character exemplifying the profound
connection and the uplifting sense of identification that exists between
performer and viewer. Comparatively, Isaku is the Great Stoneface of the scene;
he's Buster Keaton internalized and inactive, sitting silently in stoked
jealousy, looking slightly perplexed and/or annoyed as his wife laughs along
with Takemura. Naruse uses Chaplin and Keaton's diametrically opposed
iconography as a way to psychologically delineate where Takemura and Isaku
stand in relation to the woman they both love. In the end he comes down more on
Isaku's side (hence Keaton's), though I think this is less a facetious desire
to preserve the traditional husband/wife relationship than it is Naruse's
insightful recognition of which point of view is more open to growth, change,
and adaptation.
Chaplin's art is primarily external and bathetic; he revels in naked emotion
that, at its worst, manipulates each viewer's reactions to Pavlovian extremes.
The upfront superficiality of his comedy was probably ideal for a post-war
In contrast, Keaton's sensibility is one of internalized pathos; out of the
comedian's impassive countenance springs—as in Steamboat Bill, Jr.—a
literal tornado of external actions. It's a very intellectual style: the
subconscious gives rise to a comic consciousness and the complicit viewer
projects his or her own sentiments upon the resultant situations. The limitations
of this viewpoint come about when it is placed within a harsh, demystified
reality; hence the character of Isaku in Husband and Wife often seems a
superficially pathetic fish out of water because he is rarely connected to, and
hence never in control of, his surroundings—his subconscious is imprisoned and
mostly unable to express itself. Isaku is thus happiest when an external
stressor allows him to make a withering wisecrack k as when he tosses off
cruelly insulting bon mots about Takemura's pajamas and deceased spouse
("Wives are so easy to replace," Isaku states in the cruel tenor of
an absolute). For the most part, though, Isaku keeps his body and heart rigid
and unreadable. Ostensibly, he's defending and protecting himself against changing
situations and times, but in actuality the character only succumbs to those
things over which he believes he has no control (much as Keaton finally,
tragically acquiesced to the evolutions of an art form to which he seemingly
could not adapt).
As is so often the case in Naruse's films, the journey in Husband and Wife
is toward a reconciliation of those contradictions inherent to being human.
What thus begins as a romantic comedy of errors takes a surprising third act
turn to melodrama when Kikuko announces to Isaku that she is pregnant with his
child. This woman, whom the film has previously portrayed (via the two men's
comically differing perspectives) as a Pickford-like innocent, suddenly takes
on the emotional depths and vitality of The Wind-era Lillian Gish. The
parallel is again made explicit in the film's heavily stylized final sequence
where the couple visits a literally windswept abortion clinic and a
life-altering decision must be made and mutually agreed upon. It is here, in
the film's epiphanic final moments (which should not be revealed, but
experienced by each and all), that the film's dichotomous discourse between the
comic and the tragic, between the reel and the real, and—most
importantly—between a husband and a wife resolves itself and coalesces into a
singular expression of the most beautifully genuine emotion.
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This starts as broad if uncomfortable comedy, based on the battle of the
sexes and the strains of marriage in an imperfect world full of imperfect
people. Slowly, tragic themes emerge as the desperation of the characters for love
and security becomes clear and their aspirations become at the expense of each
other. The comedy is rather obvious, with some character clichés and crude
approaches.
The tragedy is more subtle, with Ken Uehara expressing a world of feeling in a
single glance. By the end of the film, the characters accept mundane reality in
place of dreams though with disillusioned resignation rather than the
contentment a sentimental Western film might display.
The film's style changes, too, from unsatisfying short sequences in the first
half to more typical Naruse long takes by the end.
Wife Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
The competing husband and wife voiceovers that open the 1953
Mikio Naruse melodrama Wife set up a character dialectic that never
comes to fruition and though the title suggests the resulting imbalance may be
intentional, the film still plays out as a deeply flawed examination of marital
discord. The typical Narusian roles are reversed with wife Mihoko Nakagawa
(Mieko Takamine) holding sway over husband Toichi (Ken Uehara) until the cold,
repetitious rhythms of their decade-old relationship drive him into the arms of
his kind-hearted secretary. While Wife is primarily Takamine's show, it
is to the director's credit that he clearly does not favor any one of his
characters over another. Naruse is a keen observer of the whole spectrum of
human behavior, a portraitist who depicts his subjects in all their raw, yet
submissive complexity. In Wife's best scene Toichi meets his lover in
Chicago Independent Media Center Jimmy Johnson
“A woman has many faces.”
Mikio Naruse specialized in making shomin-geki, films depicting lower
class people in
Wife begins and ends with competing voice overs from Mihoko Nakagawa (Mieko Takamine) and her husband Toichi (Ken Uehara). They don’t talk, they don’t make physical contact and they don’t really appear to like each other. Toichi wonders, “After ten years is this normal for a couple?” Immediately after this the only major problem with the film begins. Naruse introduces different characters at a rapid clip and does not take time to develop all of them properly. It makes the film feel much busier than the dull relationship the two protagonists suffer in. Mihoko comes across as somewhat an aggressive whiney type and rather than try to work out their mutual alienation, Toichi finds comfort with coworker Fusako (Yatsuko Tanami). They begin to find fulfillment in their time spent together while Mihoko is just about abandoned. She makes a few efforts to interrupt the affair and temporarily moves out in protest. During all this Mihoko discusses her failing marriage with her sister, two different friends, her parents, and a couple of the lodgers in the guest rooms the Nakagawas keep. One of the lodgers, Tadashi (Rentaro Mikuni) is interesting but the larger subplot of the separation of another pair seems only superficially relevant in that it involves a troubled couple. The exceptionally strong performances by Uehara and Tanami do a lot to make the story a bit more cohesive but it fails to congeal totally.
Despite the somewhat messy plot this is still a Naruse film and remains interesting despite its flaws. Meditations on the living conditions of hundreds of thousands of war widows in the early fifties are poignant showing how despite a strong numerical majority, Japanese women remained an underclass of sorts. While Naruse’s views on W.W.II are unknown to this reviewer, in 1953 he certainly had some misgivings about it. One of the supporting cast is a veteran who came back to his wife physically intact but “like a balloon without air”. Through all this Wife remains a thoughtful film about a relationship that has long run its natural course, yet continues. It’s not a question of whether they have the strength to stay together. It’s whether they will be brave enough to part ways.
Mikio Naruse is somewhat a nonentity in the
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
A very good film - I consider it top-drawer Naruse, and typical of his virtues, despite the unusual rural setting. The film may be Naruse's most visually striking, with lots of languorous long-shot deep-space interiors, charged with the threat of conflict and the unnerving erotic presence of Kyo, supine and disruptive in the summer heat. Two action scenes interrupt the leisurely drama and spring the mechanism of Naruse's "hidden" story: Mori's fight with Kyo's suitor, revealing his passion for the sister he abuses; then the climactic, beautifully edited family brawl, in which Kyo's triumph is to express her despair for the only time, and Mori's defeat is that his love is hidden by violence and masculine pride. Just outside the older brother/younger sister epicenter, all the other family members have their own crisis of degeneration to deal with: the film is quite full of emotional material. There is perhaps a small lull at the midpoint, when Kyo's impregnator pays an extended visit.
Older Brother, Younger Sister Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
In Older Brother, Younger Sister, director Mikio Naruse's adaptation of an oft-filmed popular novel by Saisei Murô, the eldest daughter (Machiko Kyô) of a rural family comes home pregnant, testing some already tenuous family bonds. Naruse shows his considerable skill at portraying household dynamics, filming Kyô in relaxed and/or reclining positions (indicative of her character's exhaustively maintained independence) that are then intruded upon by her ill-tempered older brother (Masayuki Mori), whose initially comic, brute-force presence grows increasingly menacing and treacherous as the film progresses. Among the stand-out sequences: an illuminative interlude by a river where several hundred townspeople let loose a flurry of small model boats carrying candles and a bittersweet scene where Kyô and her bookish younger sister return home, after some world-wearying big city experiences, along literally divergent country roads that eventually intersect.
not coming to a theater near you (Ian Johnston) review
User comments
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Kerpan (kerpan) from
"Yama no oto" is, in essence, the story of the love between a
daughter-in-law (Setsuko Hara) and the father (So Yamamura) of her neglectful
and selfish husband (Ken Uehara). As Yamamura becomes more and more aware of
the unhappiness of Hara, he takes ever more unconventional steps to try to
rescue his son's marriage (for instance, approaching his son's mistress).
Though the issues of infidelity, abortion and divorce swirl through this film,
the tone is remarkably low-key and unmelodramatic. The cinematography here is
similar to that found in Ozu's films of this period, though not so rigorous.
The performances of Hara and Yamamura are superb. A very well-done and moving
film by
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
Unusual material for Naruse, partly because of the hints of sexual perversity, but also because the story is essentially told from the point of view of an observer (Yamamura), which has the effect of hiding the details of the bad marriage and the husband's affairs, giving us instead a pile of second-hand information. Naruse's response to this complex material is more overtly poetic than usual: he sometimes cuts directly to closeups where establishing shots are expected, and often ends scenes with close shots that emphasize mystery instead of giving information. One of the consequences of pinning the story to Yamamura's perspective is that the film becomes a wide-ranging inquiry into the lives of women at a moment in Japanese culture: not only daughter-in-law Hara and daughter Nakakita (in whose hard luck Yamamura is implicated), but also the dark underworld of Uehara's abused lovers, with Yoko Sugi playing Heurtebise to Yamamura's Orpheus. The film has a mirror-image narrative that is foreshadowed from the early scenes: that good-girl, childlike Hara, far from waiting patiently for her husband to return to her, is silently dedicated to a hatred that will unilaterally abort a pregnancy and terminate the marriage. Though I liked the film much more than ever before, the climax still feels unsatisfying to me, perhaps because Hara's decisive actions occur off-camera and away from home. Naruse seems to be trying to compensate for this absence by punching up Yamamura's encounter with Uehara's pregnant lover, concealing her face until the last moment and giving her an emotional turn that seems out of proportion to her dramatic importance. But the evocative geometry of the last scene does a lot to make up for any structural problems.
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from
This film tackles a subject that even today is controversial: Choice. Kikuko
(the utterly amazing Setsuko Hara) is locked into a loveless marriage with her
husband. They live with his parents, and it is particularly her father in law
Shingo (Su Yamamura, who also is excellent) that she is closest to. Kikuko is a
veritable maid, but mostly doesn't complain, while her husband is having an
affair. You want Kikuko to confront him, but she doesn't. Then (this is where
it gets controversial) Kikuko finds out she is pregnant, doesn't tell anyone
and gets an abortion! Her reason is that its not the time to have a child,
since her relationship is in flux. In the movie "Juno", Ellen Page
brings the baby to term. The brilliance of this film is its unflinching subject
and how its handled, with dignity, sadness and relief. If this film were
released today, especially in the
Sound of the Mountain Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
Adapted from a novel by Nobel Prize winning author Yasunari
Kawabata, Sound of the Mountain is reportedly director Mikio Naruse's
favorite among his pictures and, to a point, it is easy to see why. A work of
immersive textures and perspectives with sets and locations designed to look
like Kawabata's own home and neighborhood, Sound of the Mountain
revisits and more confidently expresses the themes of Naruse's
"comeback" film Repast, with which it also shares several of
the same lead actors. It is the only Naruse film that has brought me to tears,
not surprisingly during its final sequence—set on an infinitely extending park
walkway—where Kikuko Ogata (Setsuko Hara) confesses having had an abortion to
her father-in-law Shingo (Sô Yamamura). It's the revelatory moment in a
relationship that, over the course of the film, revolves around a kind of
unspoken solace, a necessary byproduct of Kikuko and Shingo's dealings with the
cruelly philandering Shuichi (Ken Uehara), husband to the former, son to the
latter.
Naruse details Kikuko and Shingo's interactions as a codependent dance. There
are inklings throughout of misplaced affections never consummated—everything
stays roiling and bubbling under the surface as befits societal norms. It is a
platonic love story of extreme psychological precision and Kikuko's climactic
outburst achieves its tremendously affective power in no small part because of
the film's rigorous narrative structure that, as evidenced by the late-film
appearance of Shuichi's mistress, is an expertly envisioned series of
withholdings and revelations. Yet why, despite all my resultant emotional
blubbering, does Sound of the Mountain finally seem a decidedly lesser
Naruse?
There's a tendency, I think, to view our rawest emotional states as the most
honest expression of our humanity, yet we rarely admit that the tears we shed
are quite often blinding. Though Sound of the Mountain certainly earns
its conclusion (indeed, the masochist in me hopes that Naruse's endings will
one day be gathered into a compilation film, though I wonder who among us would
dare to brave such perpetual and ubiquitous emotional devastation) there's
something of a desiccated, lifeless feel to the film, as if Naruse is so close
to the source material that he is effectively embalming it rather than allowing
it to breathe within its own space. It is a confident, perfectly executed piece
of work that for the most part lays there like a prettified corpse and though
Kikuko's confession scene suggests this is part of the tonal point it
nonetheless comes off jarringly in retrospect as too-little too-late. Naruse's
opinion that Sound of the Mountain is, among his output, "one of my
all-time favorites" unfortunately calls to mind Jeanne Moreau's somnolent
admonition (caveat artiste) in Fassbinder's Querelle: "Each
man kills the thing he loves."
Sound of the Mountain: The Beauty of Pessimism • Senses of Cinema Dag Sødtholt from Senses of Cinema, November 20, 2001
Four Studies by
Mikio Naruse • Senses of Cinema
Michael Campi, May 12, 2007
Nishikata Film Review Nishikataeiga
not
coming to a theater near you (Leo Goldsmith) review
Ferdy on Films
[Marilyn Ferdinand]
2 Things @ Once reviewing SOUND OF THE MOUNTAIN and SCATTERED CLOUDS
DVD Times Noel Megahey, Naruse Volume 1: REPAST, SOUND OF THE MOUNTAIN, and FLOWING
DVDBeaver dvd review Gary W. Tooze, Naruse Volume I: REPAST, SOUND
OF THE MOUNTAIN, and FLOWING
Chicago Reader (Dave Kehr) capsule
review
Mikio Naruse's 1954 film is a masterpiece of narrative construction: three short stories by Fumiko Hayashi are woven together to produce a panoramic portrait of the lives of three aging geisha; in the film's last half hour, Naruse abandons narrative concerns completely and simply cuts back and forth between two extended scenes, developing tonal rhythms and contrasts as one geisha confronts a former lover and her two friends try to console each other for the loss of their children. Naruse's characteristic mood—a sense of constant movement without advancement—here reaches its formal apotheosis. With Haruko Sugimura, Yuko Mochizuki, and Chikako Hosokawa.
User comments from imdb Author: crossbow0106 from United States
This film is about aging Geisha in post war
Late Chrysanthemums Keith Uhlrich from Slant magazine
Late Chrysanthemums is director Mikio Naruse's most perfect film, a seamless combination of several short stories (Bangiku, Suisen, and Shirasagi) by authoress Fumiko Hayashi that detail the lives of three aging geishas, O-Kin (Haruko Sugimura), Tamae (Chikako Hosokawa), and O-Tomi (Yûko Mochizuki). Perfection, I suppose, implies some sort of apotheosis, a personal best never again achieved, yet Late Chrysanthemums is more the film that inaugurates Naruse's masterful run up to and including 1964's Yearning, a significantly rougher effort that is nonetheless the director's fullest and most expressive achievement. This is not to take anything away from Late Chrysanthemums, which in spirit plays as a sort of "after the fall" sequel to Naruse's Flowing, though it interestingly precedes that film by two years, a further illustration that Naruse's body of work is rarely prisoner to any normal concepts of time. Time is what each of these geishas are marking in their twilight years: O-Kin, in the company of her partner Itaya (Daisuke Katô), meets each day with a moneylender's harsh, cold stare, while Tamae and O-Tomi drunkenly commiserate (in and out of each other's company) about their often unwarranted disappointment in their children. O-Kin's story makes the deepest impression, her miserly layers slowly peeled away when she reconnects with two former lovers: the disinterested Tabe (Ken Uehara) and the suicidal Seki (Bontarô Miyake). Tamae and O-Tomi, meanwhile, are tragicomic counterpoints lost in varying states of brilliantly enacted inebriation, always subtly mocked by omnipresent radio broadcasts that showcase the latest musical sensations. Late Chrysanthemums is a film of unbridled riches, so it's only appropriate that it contains two of Naruse's typically superb climaxes: O-Kin burning Tabe's photograph when she comes to recognize his duplicity and Tamae and O-Tomi momentarily turning the scales on the younger generation—or, perhaps, giving into it—by imitating Marilyn Monroe's signature gait
User comments from imdb Author: J_J_Gittes from
Germany
For me, "Late Chrysanthemums" was interesting not
only because it was my first film of Naruse I completely enjoyed, but because
it was technically as modern and innovative as his 30s work I've seen. This
doesn't mean innovative editing in the way Godard would introduce it with
"Breathless" in 1959, but quite the opposite.
The editing was as fluent as in the best of
What was so modern was the fact that the editing seemed almost a character in
itself, similar to the remarkable camera-work in Dreyer's Ordet (1954) or
Vredens dag (1943) which is revealing us a deeper understanding of the film and
its characters rather than simply showing them to us.
I feel that Naruse's editing and cinematography are the most interesting
aspects of his films, elevating the stories significance beyond the obvious.
The wonderful sets and settings shouldn't be forgotten either! I found the
story itself to be rather conventional.
The narrative and its characters were introduced in a very interesting way, and
I thought that the first half of the film was setting up a delicately ingenious
spectrum of emotions and interrelations. Unfortunately the second half of the
film and its resolution were rather didactic and and formulaic compared to the
set up (though by itself it would have been perfectly fitting in any other -
less complex - film). Somehow I felt that he failed a bit in trying to dissolve
the many layers he had woven. Maybe he should have kept them intact. This
criticism might seem a bit harsh to a viewer of this film, especially since the
procedure is again reminiscent to the way Ozu dealt with the plot in his films.
Unfortunately I haven't yet the feeling that Naruse was able to elevate the
story and its characters in his films' conclusions in a similarly sublime
fashion. The best efforts I have seen to date - Ukigumo (Floating Clouds /
1955) and Midaregumo (Scattered Clouds / 1967) - sustained the energy he had
built throughout the narrative, while delivering poignant and resonant endings.
This is already more than most director's are able to do, and in my opinion the
basis for a real mastery of the cinematic medium. In this regard, and
considering the resonance of the last two films I've seen by him, he may have
already become one of my favorites.
The only problem I have at the moment, is where I'm going to see more of his
films on the big screen.
Geishas
Without Diaries | Movie Review | Chicago Reader Jonathan Rosenbaum, February 23, 2006
Depressing movies with unhappy endings are often seen as
offering a bracing contrast to the standard
I wonder. Some lives are full of misery, but this doesn’t
mean movies that reflect them are automatically more truthful. If the shepherds
played by Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal had sustained a happy, loving
relationship over several decades in spite of everything, Brokeback Mountain might
have been truly daring–and it wouldn’t have been less believable. The impulse
to privilege the dark is hardly new; in prerevolutionary Russian cinema, tragic
plots ending in suicide were so common and popular that some
Having seen 10 of the 19 films by Mikio Naruse (out of a career total of 89) screening at the Gene Siskel Film Center’s retrospective that started in January, most of them post-World War II features, I can think of only one–Travelling Actors (1940), an uncharacteristic comedy about two Kabuki actors who play a horse–that might cheer someone up. (None of his early silent films, many of which are comedies, is in the retrospective.) Steeped in lower-middle-class life, Naruse’s most celebrated films usually feature plots that disappoint the modest expectations of their working-stiff characters. Even Travelling Actors, also screening this week, is preoccupied with deprivations tied to class.
Over the years the appreciations written by Naruse’s most
eloquent American defender, Philip Lopate, eagerly embraced the director’s
defeatism, which I found alienating. “Naruse’s forlorn flavor of existence can
become addictive,” he wrote. “One of the charms of Naruse’s art is its earned
pessimism. It takes for granted that life is unhappy; therefore, we can relax
in the possession of sadness, acquiesce from the start to the fate of
disenchantment.” A similar hopelessness permeates Lopate’s recent dismissal in
the Nation of James Agee’s most adventurous, contentious, and politically acute
writing; he calls Let Us Now Praise Famous Men “unreadable” and finds the
posthumously published essay “
Lopate’s attitude seems tied more to an American context than a Japanese one. And in the case of Naruse’s masterpiece Late Chrysanthemums (1954), what’s most impressive isn’t its fatalism or resignation but its energy and vivid portraiture.
Naruse (1905-’69) is less known for his visual style than either Yasujiro Ozu or Kenji Mizoguchi, though his utter lack of sentimentality has stylistic consequences–his abrupt cutting between sequences, for example, prevents us from lingering over the pathos of his characters and sometimes has the jolting effect of a door slammed in our face. His work is most recognizable for the vividness and conviction he shows in representing these people and for the extraordinary performances he elicits from the actors portraying them.
The writer Naruse most liked to adapt was Fumiko Hayashi, a celebrated fiction writer who died in 1951, the year Naruse finished Repast, his first adaptation of her work. Her stories were the source of six of his better-known features, including two of the most celebrated, Late Chrysanthemums and Floating Clouds (1955). Late Chrysanthemums is based on three stories about aging former geishas, and one of the most remarkable things about the screenplay by Sumie Tanaka and Toshiro Ide is how seamlessly they’re combined.
Kin (Haruko Sugimura), a childless ex-geisha, has become a greedy loan shark, and two of her clients are Tamae (Chikako Hosokawa) and Tomi (Yuko Mochizuki), former colleagues and widows with grown children. Tamae’s son has become a paid escort for an older woman–the reason his mother cringes when he tries to help her out with expenses–and Tomi’s daughter works at a casino and has just become engaged to a wealthy man she met there. None of the three middle-aged women has a man in her life, though they don’t seem to mind, having had their fill of catering to clients. Yet we’re also keenly aware that they’re increasingly lonely.
These women are as vivid as the characters in Erich von Stroheim’s Greed–not just because they’re obsessed with money, but because Naruse has an uncanny feeling for extraneous detail. Twenty years ago Dave Kehr aptly noted in this paper that Late Chrysanthemums “is a masterpiece of narrative construction,” yet paradoxically many of the things that register most indelibly aren’t essential to the story. Furthermore, although there’s nothing attractive or likable about any of the characters, they have a passion that’s fascinating, and we can’t anticipate any of their moves.
Kin is plainly a hateful, embittered miser who doesn’t mind hounding or even evicting the people who owe her money. But Naruse refrains from treating her as a simple villain, and what’s most memorable about her is the way her few vestiges of romantic hope are dashed by a visit from a former lover (she unexpectedly and awkwardly delivers an offscreen internal monologue) and the warm, animated way she pantomimes her household instructions to her deaf-mute maid–a side of her personality she shows to practically no one else. What’s most memorable about Tomi is the way she secretly mocks her daughter for primping in a mirror next to the table where they’re having lunch and the two times she sneezes during the same meal–a detail that’s about as gratuitous as one can imagine in narrative terms, yet Naruse somehow makes it seem essential.
Underplaying everything that might be construed as a dramatic climax, Naruse imbues the smallest gestures of these women with the weight of their entire personalities, so that the “action” becomes the moments when they’re most clearly being themselves. A rude sneeze carries the full force of an ugly, tired woman’s unexpressed feeling that she’s about to be abandoned, and when Kin quietly burns a photograph of a man she once loved we sense that her soul is also being obliterated.
Raging
Bull Movie Reviews (Mike Lorefice) review
[3.5/4]
Strictly Film School review Acquarello
CineScene.com
(Chris Dashiell) review
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CineScene.com
(Howard Schumann) review reviewing REPAST, WHEN A WOMAN ASCENDS THE
STAIRS, LATE CHRYSANTHEMUMS, also seen here:
Talking Pictures (UK) review
The New York Times (Vincent Canby) review
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Chicago Reader (Dave Kehr) capsule
review
Mikio Naruse
belongs with Ozu and Mizoguchi in the great classical tradition of Japanese
cinema, though he remains almost unknown to American audiences. Like his famous
colleagues, he specialized in melodrama, but his work rigorously denies both
the spiritual transcendence of Mizoguchi and the human connections of Ozu, moving
instead toward a sense of defeat and futility. Floating Clouds (1955),
which was a huge popular success in Japan and remains his best-loved film
today, tells of a young woman's determined love for a man she knows to be
worthless; the film piles betrayal upon betrayal, but her hope is never shaken.
Naruse's visual style is austere to the point of invisibility; his meanings are
contained in his actors' faces and in his distinctive dovetailing of dramatic
incidents, a narrative pattern that allows his characters no rest, but affords
a strange peace in its constancy. In Japanese with subtitles. 123 min.
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
Just one of the most amazing of all films. I noticed this
time how very good the script by Yoko Mizuki (from Hayashi's novel, of course)
is: it takes a lot of planning to introduce so much melodrama and yet keep
bringing the film back to the same ostinato figures and slightly comic
repetitions. It took me a while to grasp that the melodrama wasn't going to
advance the story, that all Takamine's bitter "last words" and Mori's
retreats into the shadows are not to be taken at face value. My take on
the role of melodrama in these films is that Naruse uses it to give the stories
a dramatic structure that he then hijacks for his own, non-melodramatic
purposes. I think he needs big drama the way that Hawks needs genre, as
something that he uses to create a set of expectations, which he will fulfill
in an unexpected way. The development of these characters is incredibly
daring, almost absurdist, without announcing itself as such. When you think
about it, the lives of most couples fall into an existential pattern - you're
in love, you fall out of love, and then what happens for the rest of your life?
- that almost no other movies care to treat. Naruse clearly outdoes himself
here, moving through time and locations with an ease that makes me think of The
Searchers.
User comments from imdb Author: liehtzu from Korea
With this film Naruse Mikio took his place in my favorite directors list.
"Floating Clouds" is a masterpiece on par with any work produced by
any major filmmaker, period. Hard luck Yukiko (Takamine Hideko) remembers the
days of wine and romance back in
The director's uncanny ability to sympathize with his characters as he watches
them go down in flames invests the film with a warmth that counteracts the
cruelty and keeps "Floating Clouds" from being insufferable in a way
that, say, Antonioni's films are insufferable. Because he was so shy Naruse
avoided the flashiness or the odd quirks that were trademarks of his
contemporaries. At his best, in films like "Floating Clouds," he
showcased a lovely if not incredibly distinct cinematic style. In anyone else's
case I would mean that as something of a minor insult but I have nothing but
reverence for this man. His ability to view the human situation realistically
means that his films will age much better than other films of the era such as "Life
of Oharu," which today seems hopelessly dated. If "Floating
Clouds" isn't quite as good as my favorite Naruse film "When a Woman
Ascends the Stairs," it's because it goes on just a bit too long.
Regardless, it's one hell of a good movie.
A Nutshell Review Stefan S.
If you're looking for a movie that deals with clingy
relationships, then Floating Clouds is without a doubt a movie that fits the
bill to a T. Directed by Naruse Mikio and based upon the novel by Fumiko
Hayashi, the female character in the movie will bring back memories of those
who have had to deal with such stifling clinging, and well, for those who do
act as such, a stark and accurate portrayal that would be akin to holding up a
mirror and looking at oneself.
Hideko Takamine put up a commendable, if not personally what I deem as a
remarkably irritating performance as Yukiko Koda, a woman perhaps with little
self-esteem and respect, who decided to sacrifice an entire forest for one
singular tree. Being sent to Indochina during WWII, she chances upon Kengo
Tomioka (Masayuki Mori), and while he seemed to be prim and proper, and not
giving her a second glance, soon they fall in love with each other, one despite
having a wife back home, and the other, knowingly being the other woman.
But when the war ends and they get repatriated back to Japan, she looks him up,
only to discover that he will not leave his wife, nor to rekindle their passion
started in a foreign land. To make things worse, she discovers he's quite the
cad, and to compound the problem, her insecurities and her paranoia makes you
wonder why she can't afford to sever ties. It's one thing being made to suffer
from unrequited love, but it's another if you are made to suffer deliberately,
and bear witness to the insincerity of the other party. Running slightly over 2
hours, it does take its time to showcase the sorry state that Yukiko undergoes.
You can't really find fault with Naruse Mikio's direction of the movie - the
handling of the narrative structure in the first act was deft, with the
transition of time seamless, and the actors do their job to allow you to
connect with their characters. However, like I mentioned, perhaps Yukiko Koda
did such a fine job, that for me I found her to be a tad too irritating, even
for my liking.
Floating Clouds
Keith Uhlrich from Slant magazine
Floating Clouds is a frigid Mikio Naruse masterpiece,
charting the tempestuous love affair between the needy, often paranoid Yukiko
Koda (Hideko Takamine) and the distant, emotionally stoic Tomioka (Masayuki
Mori). The film opens post-World War II with Yukiko returning to
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Japan (91 mi) 1956
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
I found this film perplexing, and not entirely satisfying. The structure seems almost improvised, with the story moving from patch to patch instead of weaving the different strands together: I was especially perturbed when a long interlude about the husband's work life took over the film more than halfway through. The marital conflict in the film is quite interesting: I especially liked the way Setsuko Hara presents her familiar "ideal woman" persona to everyone but her husband, to whom she is a bit of a shrew. But I had the feeling that some of the big scenes and turning points weren't quite working, and that some aspects of the story were underdeveloped.
Sudden Rain Keith Uhlrich from Slant magazine
The greatest shock of Sudden Rain comes when Ryotaro
Namiki (Shuji Sano) declares to his wife Fumiko (Setsuko Hara) that she has no
dreams. For those familiar with Hara's typically incandescent screen presence
this is less of an insult than pure blasphemy, though it's all to director
Mikio Naruse's subversive point. A typically subdued, perpetually smiling
presence in many Yasujiro Ozu films (a persona also on display in Naruse's own Daughters, Wives and a Mother), Hara in Sudden
Rain uses her trademark beatific grin as a kind of Noh-theater disguise
masking a virulent emotional undercurrent. From first frame to last, Fumiko and
Ryotaro engage in the most vicious verbal battles, hurling insults both subtle
and bald-faced as they navigate the treacherous terrain of a marriage gone
stale. Playing, in toto, like a Henry James adaptation of The War of the
Roses, Sudden Rain's initial scenes are mostly relegated to intimate
interiors, charting the husband and wife's repetitive rituals with an incisive
psychological precision. Naruse slowly expands his scope, introducing a
succession of neighbors, co-workers, and acquaintances inhabiting the couple's
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
Small, well-constructed, and really quite good. We get a lot of subtext right off the bat, as the "happy" Takamine-Kobayashi marriage functions on such a purely practical level that its absences are conspicuous. When she finds love outside the marriage, Takamine is so predisposed to snap that her husband's decisive demonstration of decency does nothing but create a bitter sense of obligation in her. So the conventional "marriage tested and restored" plot, complete with the hope of financial success at the end, is actually a cover for a mirror-image "happiness promised and withdrawn" emotional dynamic that is as fully worked out as one could want. Takamine is very good, throwing in a particularly nice impression of a stereotypical cheerful hostess in the restaurant scenes; many directors would present such flexibility of self-presention as insincerity, but Naruse always accepts it as natural and never underlines it. The high-profile conflict over money with Kobayashi's family turns out to be just a warm-up test for the couple, but it is one of Naruse's scariest depictions of familial pressure.
A Wife's Heart Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
The best moments of A Wife's Heart involve things not
said or seen and this is most explicit in the interactions between Kiyoko
(Hideko Takamine) and her bank clerk bachelor confidant Kenkichi (Toshiro
Mifune). Kiyoko, along with her husband Shinji (Keiju Kobayashi), wants to open
a coffee shop and so goes to Kenkichi to ask for a loan. Director Mikio Naruse
never focuses on the duo's talk of money; as filmed, their entire relationship
is a series of beginnings and endings with the middles cut out. It is at first
purely a business association, though after Shinji (at the manipulative behest
of his matchmaker mother) gives a majority of the loan to his deadbeat brother
Zenichi, Kiyoko starts to think that her feelings for Kenkichi may be more then
platonic. Following through on his setup, Naruse never lets either character
nakedly confess their heart's desire. The closest they come is during a
sequence, set against the backdrop of a torrential downpour, where Kenkichi
utters the first few words of a thought that he will never finish. In other
hands this scene might have played as masochistic repression, but Naruse allows
the rainstorm to act as an expressive emotional outlet—nature thus concludes
what Kenkichi cannot.
User comments from imdb Author: simon-1303
from
This is a series of vaguely connected episodes set in and
around a geisha house. Staff come and go. There are money transactions between
everybody. Naruse knows this area to perfection and uses this knowledge and
some tremendous actresses to portray both interesting day to day details and
some of the major issues. Linked themes are the ending both of careers and of
businesses in the context of a decline in the popularity of geishas and their
traditional entertainment skills in post war
As ever, Naruse's camera-work and editing is tremendous in capturing scenes and
actions.
User comments
from imdb Author: crossbow0106
from
While watching this film, you could be reminded of Mizoguchi's "Street
Of Shame" which mined the same territory, that being a geisha house in
Chicago Reader (Pat Graham) capsule review
Brimful and elusive, like the Heraclitean river that forever moves while standing still, Mikio Naruse's 1956 masterpiece, about a geisha house come on hard times (and not incidentally running athwart modernizing currents in Japanese culture), poises at the indefinable edge of variation and stasis, between evanescent incident and immutable form. Unlike his more famous contemporaries—the traditionalist Ozu, the insular Mizoguchi, the too easily co-opted Kurosawa—Naruse sustained an open-ended relation to contemporary Japanese life, mercilessly clearsighted, and his matter-of-fact juxtapositions of new and old, modern and traditional, tend inevitably toward unsettlement. The largely female cast, including Kinuyo Tanaka, Hideko Takamine, Isuzu Yamada, and Haruko Sugimura, comprises an extraordinary ensemble, and Tanaka especially, as the self-effacing housemaid, is remarkable (all the more so since her performance runs strongly against the Western emotional grain). A great film, not to be missed. In Japanese with subtitles. 117 min.
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
This is probably my second favorite Naruse after Floating Clouds (Editor's note: Lightning joined Floating Clouds at the top of my Naruse list after this writing), but it doesn't have the conceptual daring of the earlier film: it's more in the sneak-up-on-you category than the what-the-hell-am-I-watching category. But it really sneaks up: there are four separate characters (I would throw Sugimura in as a primary along with Tanaka, Yamada and Takamine) whose inner lives are set into vibration, and at the end they're all vibrating hard, so that every corner of the geisha house seems to be leaking mystery. Takamine's character is especially unusual: hard to the point of criminality (she almost certainly was intentionally shortchanging the employees, causing much of the house's trouble), but ashamed of her hardness because she identifies with the geisha tradition she rejected, and therefore paralyzed in her life decisions. The beautifully lit samizen jam at the end has great power: a new generation of geisha is in the wings, and the calm and authority of the demonstration reaffirms the traditions that give Yamada's life its meaning...but we know that things are falling apart.
User comments from imdb Author: GyatsoLa from Ireland
'Flowing' is a moving, beautifully made story centered around the demise of
a long established geisha house, drowned under mounting debts. We witness the
story largely through the eyes of the new maid Rika (Kinuyo Tenaka) as the
elegant but unworldly mistress of the house Otsuta (Isuzu Yamata) tries to save
her business. In this she is aided by her more worldly daughter Katsuyo (Hideko
Takamine), but she is undermined by her hard-nosed older sister and an
apparently sympathetic senior geisha guild member.
There is really nothing to this story - just an episode in the death of an
older world, but its told with great sensitivity and not a little humour. There
is a very funny scene where two drunken geisha joke about how little they have
to do to make their money. But the overwhelming feeling is nostalgia and
sadness as these women fight the dying of their business in a harsh world where
women without husbands are thrown onto their own devices. It is also unusual in
that it deals honestly and frankly with the aging process and the fear of
poverty in old age.
The reputation of Naruse seems to be increasing all the time - he is surely in
the top rank of directors. This is the first of his movies that I've seen, but
I would definitely want to see more. Every scene is beautifully framed with
lovely sets and wonderful, naturalistic acting. There is a rare sense of
authenticity about this movie. It is worth seeing both as an example of a
terrific movie (it is genuinely compelling and entertaining) and a fascinating
insight into another world.
Strongly recommended both for film buffs who want to know more about this fine
director, and for anyone interested in Japanese culture.
Flowing Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
At the opening of
director Mikio Naruse's masterful Flowing, maid Rika Yamanaka (Kinuyo Tanaka)
is hired at Tsuta House, a struggling back-alley
The drama of Flowing depends heavily on a viewer's identification with this
cinema surrogate; it is Rika's entrance that permits us a brief glimpse and insight
into the geishas' downward-spiraling existence and it is her implied exit from
that world at film's end that brings down the curtain on what is, finally, a
non-narrative slice of life that feels profoundly equivalent to the blink of an
eye. In its own way, Flowing is an end-of-days film, a silent apocalypse
(charting the last gasps of the old-world geisha class) along the
slate-cleansing lines of the Dardenne brothers' recent work. Yet where a
Dardenne film such as The Son
is heavily suffused with a sense of the Western Catholic—the movie's
protagonists consistently fearful of speaking the holy, purifying Word of
God—Flowing, in its generally muted and mellow tone, feels supremely indebted
and connected to Eastern Buddhism's karmic path toward enlightenment. The key
word in any definition of karma is behavior: how we behave in this life (as
well as in our previous ones) determines the quality of our future lives.
It is this very sense of the importance of the everyday with which Flowing is
primarily concerned (indeed, the examination of behavior via cinema might be
posited as the primary thematic obsession of Naruse's filmography). The geishas
drink and fight, obsess over a lack of clients, put off hounding creditors with
false promises, and pursue dreams that never come to fruition. Yet above all,
they persevere, and the director allows their efforts to build, oftentimes at
the pace of life itself, to an unsurprisingly outstanding conclusion. It is
here, in Flowing's final, nearly silent last passage, where the film's many
mundane actions coalesce and play out as transcendent ritual, while the final
lap dissolve to an ever-flowing river suggests a heavenly, hopeful merging of
the tragic with the triumphant.
Flowing film
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Strictly Film School review Acquarello
A
Film Canon [Billy Stevenson]
Flowing - Catalogue | The Masters of Cinema Series
DVD Times Noel Megahey, Naruse Volume 1: REPAST, SOUND OF THE MOUNTAIN, and FLOWING
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DVDBeaver dvd review Gary W. Tooze, Naruse Volume I: REPAST, SOUND
OF THE MOUNTAIN, and FLOWING
Japan (110 mi) 1958 ‘Scope
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
A clearly told and compelling story, well within Naruse's range of interests, and yet it somehow seems a bit thin, less behaviorally dense than other "unhappy marriage" films. Perhaps the material is not as congenial as it looks: unlike other dueling Naruse spouses, the embittered, alcoholic husband is pretty much beyond the pale, incapable of putting up a good social front for anyone; which means that Naruse loses the ability to conceal the man's feelings behind routine behavior. The focus shifts almost immediately from "Can they get along?" to "How long can she take it?" More typically, the essentially sympathetic wife comes off rather haughty and hurtful to her husband, seeming to relish striking at his weak points. Not until the last scenes do we see the "zinger" that Naruse is hinging the film upon: the question is not when the wife will leave, but what hidden aspect of her nature keeps her in this marital hell. But I wished that I was "zinged" earlier, because the marital scenes inevitably become somewhat repetitive. Maybe a second viewing will look different, after the revelation of the ending. In the important role of the wife's father (object of the husband's jealousy), So Yamamura is a little too amiable and full of poetic wisdom for my taste - I wish he were a little more implicated in the problem. The father-daughter relationship, as warm as it is, seems to work in complex, possibly damaging ways in the daughter's mind - I feel as if this important side of the romantic triangle could have been shown with a more analytical eye. A good film, but I don't feel greatness in it very often.
Anzukko Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
Director Mikio Naruse has admitted to going through a dark
period as a younger man and his 1958 film Anzukko (the first he is
credited with writing after 1950's White Beast) seems, in part, his way
of dealing with the tortures of his past. In Ryokichi Urshiyama (Isao Kimura),
a struggling writer who, over the course of the film, sinks into a vicious
cycle of despair and drunkenness, Naruse creates a vividly unsympathetic
on-screen surrogate. He's a character as much cursed by fate as by his own
inadequacies, a constant failure who takes out his frustrations on those around
him and who is never redeemed. In a late sequence, Ryokichi jealously destroys
the garden of his successful novelist father-in-law Heishiro (Sô Yamamura),
then breaks down and cries before quickly renouncing all responsibility for his
actions. Such is his circuitous, sorrowful behavior throughout, nearly one-dimensional
in its predictability and repetitions, yet Naruse clearly has an affinity and
understanding for this character who many would no doubt toss aside without a
second thought.
Naruse examines his own faults and fears through Ryokichi, though he also
considers the reverberating effects of the character's actions. In truth, Anzukko
is less Ryokichi's story than it is his long-suffering wife Kyoko's (Kyôko
Kagawa). Naruse details the couple's courtship in the film's romantic and
intoxicating first half-hour, as the characters ride bicycles and speak their
minds against a series of mountain-town backdrops photographed in crisp,
naturalistic black and white. As is typical in late Naruse, the setting is
post-World War II, though the mood is decidedly—as it turns out,
deceptively—less bleak. Kyoko's parents are well off, seemingly old-fashioned
(especially when it comes to courtship rituals), yet desirous, nonetheless, of
their daughter's happiness over all else. And yet when Kyoko finally marries Ryokichi
it is this very push-and-pull between the traditional and the progressive
(mirroring, I'd suggest,
In its second half, Anzukko plays as a sort of prequel to Naruse's
marital-strife drama Sudden Rain, with the director similarly
illustrating the divide between houses via his superb compositional grasp of
interior space and through his keen use of music as psychological demarcator.
Thus does a classical piano piece that Kyoko plays in happier times become a
thematic constant whenever the setting switches to her father's country house,
while the very lack of music in the film's city/suburb scenes—coupled with
Kyoko's wistful gaze at an upright that she never plays and must sell to
survive—suggests the character's emotional stagnancy and desire to escape. It's
a desire Kyoko eventually represses out of an adherence to tradition (as she is
repeatedly told, only the husband may ask for a divorce), plus there is a
suggestion that, beneath the couple's consistently vitriolic interactions, they
deeply love each other. Naruse revels in the inherent contradictions of being
human and if Anzukko at time feels like an apology for past
transgressions it is likewise a loving portrait of a woman tragically caught
between her wants and her responsibilities, fated to tread a potentially
never-ending path between the trials of her marriage and the refuge of her
past.
Japan (128 mi) 1958 ‘Scope
User comments
from imdb Author: simon-1303
from
Most Naruse films seem to be about geisha's or ex-geisha's. This however is
a tale of everyday farming folk, as in the long running
Some beautiful scenery, brought out by Naruse's filming/ editing and
intermittently convincing characters go some way to compensate for a glacial
pace and a somewhat over attention to details. However, drama is only present
from time to time so some patience is required.
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
I enjoyed this film more the second time around - I can't believe I thought it was too diffuse when I first saw it, because this time it seemed if anything too well organized around its theme, which is the passing of a patriarchal, family-centered way of life and the onset of an individualistic ethos that dooms collective enterprises like the family farm. I really enjoyed the early scenes with Nakamura, who was equal parts oppressor and amiable grownup kid; and I was really struck by the extreme but beautiful illuminated backgrounds in the romantic scenes between Iwashima and Isao Kimura. About 75 minutes in, I started to feel that the scenes were becoming verbal recapitulations of established thematic points; and the ellipses in the last hour didn't keep me from feeling that the theme was driving the characters. I was especially unconvinced by Nakamura's sale of his land - and, in general, I felt that some tension left the movie as that character's power ebbed. Once again, Naruse saves his "kicker" for the final scene: Iwashima, whom we originally took for a force of individualistic change, is actually old school, one of the dwindling few who can be counted upon to sacrifice her happiness for the survival of her (hated) community. As in Anzukko, it would take a subtle eye to anticipate this kicker - I think Naruse wants these developments to be partly foreshadowed and partly surprising. I think of the film fondly, though not as an unqualified success.
Summer Clouds Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
Summer Clouds is director Mikio Naruse's first film in color and Scope and it's an unfortunately strained effort, a sprawling, yet detached familial soap opera with an atypical country setting. For the most part the new locale and aesthetic formats seem to cramp Naruse's style; much belied by his later Scope efforts, Summer Clouds is pretty much all empty photography, essentially meaningless in its exterior grandeur and especially dull when it moves (as it all too often does) indoors for badly blocked, overly extended conversation scenes. After the unsung visual mastery of his prior film Anzukko—a profound summation of the expressive possibilities of both black-and-white photography and 1.33 aspect ratio—Summer Clouds is an unfortunate regression, yet its placement in the director's canon suggests we view it primarily as an exercise, an immersion in new ways of artistic expression that lead to bigger and better things. And to be fair, the film does have its scattered share of moments, most involving the relationship between jaded country girl Yaé (Chikage Awashima) and married city reporter Okawa (Isao Kimura) who, on the pretext of reuniting a splintered faction of Yaé's family, strike up an affair. Tellingly, their scenes together are often the ones with little-to-no dialogue, and it's only here—as Naruse dances about architecture in a newfound rectangular space—that the visuals take on the incisive depth of the director's best work.
not coming to a theater near you (Ian Johnston) review
Japan (111 mi) 1960 ‘Scope
Chicago Reader (Dave Kehr) capsule
review
A 1960 film by
Mikio Naruse, perhaps the greatest Japanese director as yet unknown to American
audiences. Where most directors begin with an anonymous style, Naruse started
out as a strong individualist (Wife! Be Like a Rose!) and gradually
pared his work down to the sublime blankness of his late films, of which this
is one. It's a melodrama of extreme emotional violence—about a woman (Hideko
Takamine) who runs a bar in Tokyo's Ginza district and the seemingly endless
series of betrayals that befall her—but Naruse treats it with such evenness
that it becomes microscopically subtle: its deepest pain is conveyed by lack of
expression on the actor's face. With Masayuki Mori (Ugetsu) and Tatsuya
Nakadai (Kagemusha). In Japanese with subtitles. 110 min.
Time Out London (Trevor Johnston) review [5/6]
The centrepiece of BFI Southbank’s Mikio Naruse season (see Other Cinema), this
brilliant melodrama is a contender for reissue of the year. It’s a film which
encapsulates the strengths of this masterly Japanese director whose work has
barely been seen here. He’s known as a great director of actresses, and his
signature performer Hideko Takamine is outstanding as a middle-aged
hostess struggling to maintain her self-respect in the sleazy whisky-lubricated
environs of
When a Woman Ascends the Stairs Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
This seminal Mikio Naruse masterpiece details a period in the
life of
Eye for
Film (Jennie Kermode) review [5/5]
"I hate to ascend the stairs," says Keiko, known to her clients as Mama-San, upon facing another night's work. Keiko is a hostess in the bars where prosperous Japanese businessmen go to drink and be entertained. Her living depends on smiling, laughing, flattering, and generally making sure everyone has a good time, but at the end of it all she has very little energy left for herself.
Now she has reached a turning point in her life. She must decide whether to marry - if a suitable opportunity presents itself - or whether to launch her own bar. Either way, she needs male protection and support. Meanwhile her family, who consider her rich because of the luxurious trappings she needs to sustain her business, exert continual pressure on her to support them.
Despite being nearly 50 years old, When A Woman Ascends The Stairs comes across as a thoroughly modern film; but then, the issues it deals with are timeless ones. It is modern in its willingness to explore the situation from Keiko's point of view and to lay bare the grim reality behind her apparently glamorous lifestyle.
Though shot in black and white, its rich visuals provide a luminous depiction of the classy yet seedy world of the hostess bars, contrasting them with the homes of the poor, which are shot in a more traditional, almost nostalgic style. This visual eloquence cleverly underscores the film's more brutal exploration of Keiko's plight.
Though not overtly feminist and, indeed, romantic in its approach to feminine virtue, it's not shy about stressing the injustice which she faces. To marry - even a man who loved her - would be, in its way, another form of prostitution, giving up what freedom she has in exchange for financial security. To open her own bar would mean being trapped in the hostess world forever, condemned to repeat the actions which she despises ever more. Meanwhile, though one after another of the men in her life fall in love with her, entranced by her virtue and fortitude, she is devastatingly lonely, with no-on in whom to confide. Happiness is only ever temporary and, even then, is difficult for her to find without compromising herself.
In the role of Keiko, Hideko Takamine gives the performance of a lifetime, ably illustrating her distress even whilst she wears a painted smile. Though the formalities of polite behaviour limit her means of expression, her subtle glances and gestures enable the viewer to feel continually connected to her, drawn into her private world. It is this sense of intimacy which gives the film its real power. It also enables it to cross linguistic and cultural barriers, so it's not necessary to be Japanese to relate to what's happening and be affected by it. This is a truly universal film; it's a grim one, and at times difficult to watch, but it's a highly accomplished piece of cinema which should not be missed.
DVD
Savant (Glenn Erickson) dvd review Criterion, also seen here: Turner Classic Movies dvd review
Move over, Douglas Sirk: we've just seen a 'women's picture'
that makes us forget all others. Japanese director Mikio Naruse's 1960 drama When
a Woman Ascends the Stairs (Onna ga kaidan wo agaru toki) is simply a
masterpiece, a superior story about life as it is lived in the
Synopsis: Beautiful widow Keiko "Mama" Yashiro (Hideko Takamine) is a
When a Woman Ascends the Stairs could also be titled 'when a woman goes
into business.' This absorbing drama takes a character we would normally
associate with film noir into the real world of the
Behind everything is the illusion of carefree prosperity. Even Keiko must spend
on a fancy wardrobe and an attractive apartment to maintain a false front of
success. Her clients play games of false humility, praising the success of
others while talking poor and spending big. The nature of the job requires
Keiko to be two-faced to all of them. Only Komatsu thinks he sees the real
Keiko behind her placid guise as the respected Mama-san, the impeccable hostess
devoted to her dead husband.
Several of Keiko's high rollers have shifted their business to Yuri's new bar.
Yuri looks successful but has run up enormous bills and is losing money. Keiko
is advised to emulate Yuri's hip, modern attitude but resists changing from
what works for her. She doesn't wear flashy kimonos or western dresses and
isn't as flirtatious as her girls, who can come on as real gold diggers.
Keiko's clients owe big bar tabs, but she doesn't hound them with phone calls
as does Yuri; it's just not polite. If Keiko doesn't collect the money, she
must pay it herself. In fact, when a competing hostess dies, heartless
creditors immediately descend on her penniless family.
At regular intervals Keiko treads the stairs to her club while we hear her
voiceover narration. Behind her beautiful, calm face is a knot of anxieties.
Her mother criticizes her lifestyle. Her brother plagues her for money to bail
him out of legal scrapes and treatments for his polio-afflicted son. Wealthy
admirers like the elderly Goda (Ganjiro Nakamura) dangle huge sums in front of
Keiko, thinking they can buy her favors the same way they order drinks in her
bar. Keiko is in love with one attractive businessman, Nobuhiko Fujisaki
(Masayuki Mori). But he is married, and is no more sincere than her other
suitors. Unlike her flashier competition, Keiko is discreet and observes
impeccable manners. But those qualities don't seem to be appreciated.
When the promiscuous Junko announces that she'll open her own bar, Keiko's
congratulations have a bitter edge -- Junko has taken the 'sponsorship'
arrangement with Goda that Keiko turned down. Keiko's efforts to obtain
financing for her bar without becoming a kept woman come to naught -- all
opportunities would compromise her integrity, and all of her stair-climbing
seems to get her nowhere. Yet Keiko takes full responsibility for her life and
would never consider herself a victim of the system. Making a living and
observing a moral code seem to be mutually exclusive goals.
The pressure on
Mikio Naruse's excellent direction mixes studio sets with location work, and he
gets great performances from the Toho acting pool. Daisuke Katô, one of the
original Seven Samurai, is exceptionally good, along with the relative
newcomer Tatsuya Nakadai. Although not credited, Akiko Wakabayashi (Dogora,
You Only Live Twice) can be spotted as a bar hostess. But the film
belongs to Hideko Takamine. She puts her performance into her eyes, and we care
deeply what happens to her. Near the end of the show Naruse stages a
devastating confrontation between Keiko and an overworked mother. Keiko stands
in a dirty yard while two kids ride a tricycle in circles around her. The
potent image makes the coded social criticism of American 'women's films' seem
petty.
Criterion's DVD of When a Woman Ascends the Stairs is presented in a
fine enhanced B&W transfer. A few shots exhibit some density mottling, but
otherwise the visuals are pristine. Masao Tamai's sleek Tohoscope camerawork
matches composer Toshirô Mayuzumi's xylophone-driven jazz score, creating a
clean, modern feel. The laid-back title sequence is particularly good.
Donald Ritchie contributes a full-length commentary, arguing for director
Naruse as the unheralded equal of Japanese greats Mizoguchi and Ozu. Actor
Tatsuya Nakadai, now sporting a white beard, is present to discuss the experience
of filming the movie with director Naruse and his fascinating co-star.
An insert booklet presents essays by Philip Lopate, Catherine Russell and Audie
Bock, offering slightly different takes on the problem faced by Keiko the club
hostess. Is she in control of her fate, or is she just a pawn? Actress Hideko
Takamine is present with a 1984 piece remembering Naruse. A trailer is also
included. The disc producer is Kim Hendrickson.
When a Woman Ascends the Stairs: They Endure Criterion essay by Phillip Lopate, Februry 19, 2007
When A Woman Ascends the Stairs film review • Mikio Naruse ... Mel Aguilar from Senses of Cinema, June 9, 2015
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Japan (123 mi) 1960 ‘Scope
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
This one got a lot of love from some of the other Naruse
regulars, but I was rather disappointed in it. The script wasn't exactly bad,
but it leaned on its themes a little hard, especially the family's financial
exploitation of Setsuko Hara. The romantic interlude between Hara and Tatsuya
Nakadai was one of the most generic things I've seen in a Naruse film; Haruko
Sugimura's devouring mom does everything but get in a catfight with her
daughter-in-law (though Naruse does give her an interesting last scene); and
Hideko Takamine waits in the wings for a Lightning-like moment of truth
that never really arrives. The structure doesn't feel quite right to me: the
money theme dominates three-fourths of the film, then gives way near the end to
a
Daughters, Wives and a Mother Keith Uhlich from Slant
magazine
Featuring one of Naruse's most beautiful endings (a sublime visualization of generational reconciliation with the titular matriarch running to assist a weeping infant), Daughters, Wives and a Mother is unfortunately something of a dull slog through territory better covered in the director's prior masterpiece Sudden Rain. Setsuko Hara stars as Sanae Sakanishi, widowed at the film's outset and left a substantial inheritance that soon becomes the instigator of much familial discord. The vicious edge that Naruse brought out of the actress in Sudden Rain is nowhere evident; she's back to her usual smiling self, projecting a sort of resigned luminosity that tramples nearly everything and everyone in its path, most unfortunately Naruse regular Hideko Takamine as her even more subdued sister (a case where two powerful personalities effectively cancel each other out). Naruse's typically piercing psychological insight—comparable to the best work of Henry James and Eric Rohmer—only emerges in select scenes: in addition to the above-mentioned final image, a moment where Sanae rejects her vintner lover Kuroki (Tatsuya Nakadai) while foregrounded against the chiaroscuro shadows of dancers in a restaurant, as well as a superb sequence, in which the Sakanishis view the youngest son’s home movies, that hints at the growing emotional divides that will ultimately tear the family apart.
User comments from imdb Author: Michael
Kerpan (kerpan) from
An idiosyncratic mixture of acerbic comedy, family chronicle and romance.
Totally unheralded -- but if not a masterpiece, awfully close.
This film features a large extended family (and associates) even more extensive
than the one portrayed by Ozu in "End of Summer". The central
character is Setsuko Hara -- a poised middle-aged woman, whose wealthy (and
prestigious) husband dies at the outset of the action, leaving her widowed but
holding the proceeds of a million yen insurance policy. Being childless, her
former in-laws have no objection to her return to her own family.
Although Hara's widowed mother is still alive (living in a wonderfully large
house on the outskirts of
Hara insists on moving into the smallest room in the house (the former maid's
room) and paying disproportionate rent -- and she lets her siblings persuade
her to lend them most of her insurance money. Meanwhile, a matchmaking family
friend is trying to arrange a re-marriage with a well-off, well-born older man
(harmlessly dotty and with no sex appeal -- played by an unusually funny Ken
Uehara). Hara is not, however, disturbed by any of this. At first, numb and
oblivious, her life takes a radical turn when she goes on an excursion with her
little brother (and his wife) to the vinery of a client. The heir of this
thriving family business (Akira Takarada -- best known as the romantic gloomy
young scientist in "Godzilla") is immediately smitten by Hara -- and
she with him (despite being more than 10 years older than he is).
As Hara's would-be swain takes to making more frequent visits to Tokyo (and
actually _kissing_ Hara -- on the lips), the business belonging to
"Uncle" (played by an increasingly seedy Daisuke Kato) is going down
the tubes fast, Haruko Sugimura is demanding that she be put in an old people's
home (after her son and daughter in law suggest they want to move into their
own apartment), and her little brother's wife takes off (putting him in his
place after some misbehavior by taking a long trip on her own -- and letting
his stew). Then the house of cards falls down -- Kato's business goes bust --
and it turns out Mori has mortgaged (without permission) the jointly-owned
family home and invested the money in the failed business (along with half of
Hara's insurance proceeds).
Hara decides to marry the noble ninny (Uehara) after all -- as he has promised
to let her mother stay with them (he's an orphan, after all). But now, she
needs to break up with Takarada. She tells him, after a farewell dance at a
swank nightclub, "thank you forever for bringing this half-dead person
back to life -- but your parents want you to marry a young wife, who can bring
you children -- and you must do this" (paraphrase). As it turns out,
Hara's mother can't bear the thought of moving into the kind of ritzy milieu
that Hara will be living in -- and plans to move into an old people's home
(since her son and daughter will be moving into a tiny house -- after the
looming sale of the family home). Takamine finally comes into her own --
intercepting the letter, and convincing both Hara and her mother-in-law that
the mother should come live with her family, to help make amends for their past
bad behavior.
There is an awful lot of plot to be gotten through in this long (for Naruse)
film that clocks in at over two hours. Yet, as eventful and melodramatic as
this plot sounds on paper, the film flows effortlessly, with an amazing
illusion of naturalness. (This film reminded me a good deal of the old BBC
"Pallisers" series). The highlight of the film is Setsuko Hara -- in
what may be her sweetest and most radiant performance. It looks like someone
involved with this film had discovered Audrey Hepburn -- and the denouement of
her story here is rather like "Roman Holiday" -- with the roles
reversed.
Despite the fact that I was able to watch this only in the form of a nth
generation copy of an ancient Hong Kong TV broadcast (with decent but very hard
to read subtitles -- and horrible sound), this was one of my biggest
"cinematic" treats of recent months. I have seen other Naruse films
that might be even greater on a purely theoretical basis -- but none that I
enjoyed more. After having seen my 17th Naruse film, I am convinced that he was
I previously wrote:
The heir of this thriving family business (Akira Takarada -- best known as the
romantic gloomy young scientist in "Godzilla") is immediately smitten
by Hara -- and she with him (despite being more than 10 years older than he
is).
On further consideration, I have determined that the actor playing the part of
Setsuko's heart throb is Tatsuya Nakadai (who was NOT in Godzilla). The rest of
the sentence remains true, as corrected.
As to who Akira Takarada plays, I would guess (based on a shot from Godzilla)
that he plays Hara's younger brother (the photographer).
Japan (79 mi) 1960 ‘Scope
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
I have a feeling I might like this film a lot more if I ever get to see it again. It's mostly about the lives of two young children, who are maybe not quite interesting enough to carry the film, and one of whom (the girl) isn't a very good actor. But the film has a simple, pure structure that Naruse makes work for him: I especially liked the stereotypical long-suffering hard-working mom who is surreptitiously revealed as a delinquent. The Scope photography is really good-looking, and the sad ending sneaks up on you. Perhaps this is a major film disguised as a throwaway project.
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from
This is a bit sad but great. Think Kes, the Railway Children and other great
children's classics. There's sadness but never sentimentality because children
just have to deal with what happens to them.
Here, the kids have single parents, other kids get at them, there's uncertainty
and dislocation. Responsible adults can be unfair and ignore or deceive their
children. Still, they make friends, have interests and pastimes and are often
looked after by friendly grownups, even if their parents aren't perfect. As
ever, the strong group culture of
The filming is wonderful, not a redundant interior or exterior shot in the
pacey 78 minutes and the acting is great by all concerned. Several locations
are used well and tied together with street and travel scenes.
Take your kids or not - you'll love it.
The Approach of Autumn Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
In tenor, The Approach of Autumn recalls the stark, light-touch despondency of Morris Engel's Little Fugitive. Both films are about the casual cruelties of childhood though with decidedly different cultural viewpoints. Where Engel ultimately relieves his wandering child protagonist of the mistaken belief that he killed his older brother, thus tipping the scales of tragedy back into precarious balance, Naruse puts his inquisitive, beetle-loving young lead Hideyo (abandoned by his deadbeat mother and living with disinterested, working-class Tokyo relatives) through a seemingly never-ending series of trials-by-fire that force him well beyond the point where he might retreat to anything familiar. In contrast to Little Fugitive's appropriately American insularity (where the external problem is "solved" through the return to a deceptive status quo), The Approach of Autumn typifies post-war Japanese cinema's general sense of an enemy without, forcing its will upon a society resigned to inevitable and violent change. An extended sequence where Hideyo and his girlfriend Junko (tellingly a child of the upper class) take an impromptu journey to an industrialized beach features some of Naruse's greatest Scope photography. Clearly the director has as much an eye for exterior as interior landscapes.
A
WANDERER’S NOTEBOOK
Japan (124 mi) 1962
‘Scope
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
I can't find a way into this movie. It manages to
create a character for Hayashi, but not much of a storytelling context: the
focus remains on her stoicism in the face of relentless poverty, and on the
poetry of her voiceover commentary on her struggles. Takamine's performance,
though livened with comic moments, mostly seems actorish to me, too devoted to
impersonation. Characteristically, Naruse gives only partial information
about important character points: Did Hayashi really sabotage her literary
rival? Was her bad record with relationships a character trait?
But here the ambiguity doesn't suggest alternative narratives. The
film winds up mythologizing Hayashi just by putting her so up front and center,
and I'm not sure that mythologizing suits Naruse.
User comments from imdb Author: liehtzu from Korea
I saw this film in a horrendous video dub with difficult-to-read subs so I
can only recount what I could glean from it. Many of Naruse Mikio's best films
were adaptations of books by his favorite author, Hayashi Fumiko
("Lightning" "Late Chrysanthemums" etc.). "A
Wanderer's Notebook" (also known as "
A Wanderer's Notebook
Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
A Wanderer's Notebook, also known as Her Lonely
Lane, is director Mikio Naruse's hollow biopic of authoress Fumiko Hayashi,
whose work the director often adapted for the screen. Interesting that the
source of some of Naruse's best films (Late
Chrysanthemums and Floating
Clouds among them) should prove, in her film incarnation,
to be such an empty vessel. As played by the usually stellar Hideko Takamine,
Hayashi is all down-turned eyes, shuffling gait, and metronomic facial tics.
It's an off-putting, what-you-see-is-what-you-get performance, one that, if
ignorant Western sensibilities were to prevail, we might term "Oscar
Bait," though several colleagues' passionate defenses (contending that
Takamine is doing an intentional silent comedy-inspired turn) suggest that a
future reevaluation is necessary. For now, I stand by my initial reaction: that
A Wanderer's Notebook is basically the Naruse stock company (in addition
to Takamine, Daisuke Katô, Keiju Kobayashi, and Kinuyo Tanaka all play
prominent roles) gathered together in service of a conventional rags to riches
narrative. Wallowing in ineffectual storybook squalor, Naruse and his actors
are like constrained fairy-tale puppets (Hayashi is something of a cross between
Pinocchio and the ugly duckling) trying to capture life's unpredictable rhythms
within a handsomely designed, though wholly inadequate Cinemascope rectangle.
The working-class milieu, a familiar stomping ground for the director, never
seemed so unreal, dominated as it is by the actors' bug-eyed physical
mannerisms tossed out from underneath a variety of appliances and
accouterments. I suspect there's something of a Noh-theater sensibility to the
choices made by Naruse and his troupe—forced to enact real people and events,
they effectively turn their faces into exaggerated masks, though the resultant
self-aware grotesquerie finally seems more in service of hagiography than
truth. Only when A Wanderer's Notebook turns meta (via the
superimposition of several of Hayashi's most famous sentences over on-screen
action) does one get a sense of Naruse's personal connection to the material
and to his literary muse. In particular, the final sequence's recapitulation of
the Hayashi quotation that ends the director's Floating Clouds is a
profound complement to the earlier film and to its literary progenitor, one of
the few moments where A Wanderer's Notebook eschews awestruck reverence
for piercing insight into an artist's complicated heart and mind.
Japan (98 mi) 1964 ‘Scope
not coming to a theater near you (Ian Johnston)
capsule review
So many of Naruse’s films end on a point of stasis, with the narrative conflicts unresolved, and Yearning might be the extreme example of this, where the long close-up on Reiko’s face, coming after her failure to catch up with the body of her would-be lover borne away from her down the alleys of a mountain village, reiterates her sense, stated in the middle of the film of having wasted her life.
Yearning starts off in low-key shomin-geki mode. Reiko is a war widow who has devoted her life to running her in-laws’ neighbourhood grocery store, whose existence is now threatened by the arrival of cutthroat supermarkets. But the film takes a sudden shift sideways with the declaration of love for her from her younger brother-in-law (a declaration that the traditionally-minded Reiko instinctively rejects)and never recovers, climaxing with the long, marvellous train journey north which ends in tragedy. Once again, a Naruse heroine (the incredible Hideko Takamine) is left to simply survive.
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
I still think this is a good film, but I'm trying to work out problems with
it that I didn't perceive when I saw it 20 years ago. The first half
functions mostly as a setup, establishing Takamine as the face of heroic,
long-suffering Japanese womanhood, and Kayama as a dissipate due to frustrated
love, a familiar fictional archetype. (
Yearning Keith Uhlrich from Slant magazine
It is best to begin a discussion of Mikio
Naruse's Yearning by focusing on its concluding image: a close-up of
war-widow Reiko Morita, played by the director's favored actress Hideko
Takamine, as she watches the body of her brother-in-law Koji (Yuzo Kayama)
being wheeled away along a rocky rural path. I bring up the film's devastating
final visual first because of its reverberatory complexity; what passes across
Takamine's face here echoes not only through this singular narrative (its
screenplay authored by the lead actress' husband, Zenzo Matsuyama, from a story
by Naruse), but also across the entirety of its director's career. This is the
key moment in Naruse's filmography and so it is tempting for the critic, struck
dumb by awe and admiration, to avoid interpretation at any cost. Isn't it
better to trot out a well-worn cliché (something along the lines of "words
cannot express…") rather than spoil what is, in effect, a miracle? Yet
adherence to such "silence is golden" dogmatics finally gets us
nowhere; indeed, it is silence of a sort that ultimately undoes Reiko, who
masks her true feelings for so long and with such societally-sanctioned
deference—she is, in a way, the ultimate Naruse heroine—that it breeds a tragic
turn of events mired in irreversible uncertainty.
This sense of inescapable tragedy is apparent from Yearning's opening
scene. A truck owned by the Shimizuya Supermarket chain winds its way through
the streets of a post-war Japanese suburb, blaring an obnoxious and intrusive
advertising jingle. The sounds of its movement rise and recede as it skulks,
like a stealthy bird of prey, across several starkly composed black-and-white
widescreen images. As the truck drives by Reiko, who stands in front of the
small grocery store that is her deceased husband's hand-me-down legacy, she
gazes solemnly after it. If the protagonist's last close-up is indescribable,
her introductory one is all-too-readable: change, of an unduly harsh and
destructive nature, is in the air and Reiko knows it. What has just passed
before her is an omen of inevitability, though one lacking the crushing context
of hindsight. A weightless symbol, in other words, foreshadowing the endpoint
to a journey yet to be mapped. The narrative road that follows this ominous
opening, though clearly demarcated into three acts, is nonetheless
characterized by knife's-edge shifts in tone that keep all involved, both on-
and off-screen, in a perpetual state of imbalance.
At first, Yearning appears to be a typically late-Narusian offering, a
low-key and observational drama that obsessively details Reiko's day-to-day
routines. In addition to keeping her small business afloat, Reiko must deal
with her meddling in-laws, who have their minds set on selling the grocery
store, and also attend to Koji, who inexplicably indulges in a rebellious cycle
of petty crime and violence. One of Naruse's great talents is in making the
mundane mysterious so when Koji declares, seemingly out of nowhere, that he's
been in love with Reiko for years, it takes more than a few moments to
acclimate to the film's suddenly malleable emotional terrain, even though, in
retrospect, it makes perfect psychological sense. It's a shock to witness how
charged and raw the duo become after Koji's admission, and Naruse's camera,
under the guiding eye of cinematographer Jun Yasumoto, never blinks,
maintaining a harsh, voyeuristic presence as the characters move, like
increasingly frenzied celestial bodies, through a space made unfamiliar because
of a naked confessional moment.
In Naruse's world, such bald emotionalism is often seen as an exploitable sign
of weakness and so it is with Reiko's in-laws, who use this new vulnerability
to their advantage and force her to relinquish control of the grocery store.
Despite its casually cruel nature, this action seems to bring Reiko some level
of peace and also gives her the strength to rebuff Koji's advances. Yearning's
Japanese title, Midareru, literally means "to be disordered"
or "to get confused" so when the film's second act comes to a close
(in a sequence eerily reminiscent of the final minutes of Naruse's '30s
melodrama Apart from You) it feels like a proper,
present-tense ending. Having achieved some semblance of order, Reiko calmly
boards a train and waves goodbye to her former life; the character, like many a
Naruse protagonist, quietly accepts her fate and its disappointments in order
to maintain and/or regain a sense of status quo. But it is not to last for Koji
has followed Reiko onto the train.
What ensues is probably Naruse's most brilliantly sustained sequence. As the
train races on to an unspecified destination, Reiko and Koji play out a
romantic, yet foreboding courtship-in-miniature. The melodramatic tensions of
the second act fade away (it is as if the characters have gone beyond the movie
they inhabited into entirely new surroundings) and it seems possible that the
duo can build a life together. But their initial sense of excitement (one that
Naruse implies could only continue if the train never stopped) eventually
erodes, and with the end of the characters' journey comes a kind of emotional
atrophy.
The psychological burden of the duo's old lives finally catches up with them
when they retreat to a mountain town shrouded in a thick, immobile fog—one of
Naruse's greatest visual metaphors for purgatorial stasis. In an emotionally
charged confrontation, Reiko once more denies Koji's affections and he storms
off into the night, seeking the numbing solace and deadly company (or so the
finale ambiguously suggests) of alcohol. This brings us full-circle to Reiko's
final close-up, about which pages should be written though such extended
analysis will not be attempted here. Suffice to say that it is one of the
cinema's most primal images, a silent scream of recognition and understanding
by way of soul-crushing regret, one that forever hangs, like a masterpiece of
portraiture, within its own timeless space, waiting to be looked upon so that
it may gaze back, alternately, in horror and in revelation.
not coming to a
theater near you (Ian Johnston) review
User comments from imdb Author: Furuya
Shiro from Kumamoto, Japan
Japan (108 mi) 1967 ‘Scope
The films of Mikio Naruse Dan Sallit film comments, October/November 2005
One of my favorite Naruse films. Like Floating Clouds, it's a love story, and it's parsed in the same way into a reiteration of meetings and partings, set in different locations and shaped with ellipses to emphasize cycles instead of forward motion. The hero and heroine are perhaps too well matched: a good little boy and girl, both strengthened and hemmed in by a sense of guilt and duty. The story's irresolvable dilemma is tailored just for them: one senses that many of the supporting characters would be able to cope adequately with this kind of obstacle to love. As Tsukasa and Kayama ricochet through their damaged lives, they sing and dance occasionallly, drink a lot, play pachinko, bear up under morally compromising jobs, and have fun sometimes, though their next unexpected meeting always wipes the smiles off their faces. Much of the film's force comes from the spectacle of strong people maintaining their dignity through an unending trial. Maybe Floating Clouds is a love story in the guise of a story about endurance, and Scattered Clouds is the other way around. My one problem with this film is that the ending seems to hit too hard, with too many reasons for the lovers to part: maybe Naruse could have gotten away with just that terrible, violent train passing the lovers' cab, with its implicit sense of catastrophe.
Scattered Clouds Keith Uhlich from Slant magazine
Scattered Clouds, director Mikio Naruse's final film,
plays like the melancholy last dance (to a somber tango accompaniment) of an
extended evening of revelry now teetering on the fine line separating
drunkenness and sobriety. It's the cinematic equivalent of a hangover, though
the heady haze the film conveys is part of its charm and very much in tune with
its deeply saturated color photography, which constantly threatens (especially
during an extended rainstorm sequence) to spill over its borders and run
together in a kind of chaotic emotional release. These are the fragile
aesthetic threads that parallel the tenuous boundaries separating widow Yumiko
Eda (Yôko Tsukasa) from her potential beau Mishima (Yuzo Kayama). Theirs is the
opposite of a meet-cute: Mishima accidentally kills Yumiko's husband Hiroshi
(Yoshio Tsuchiya) with his car, shattering the couple's plans to move to
2 Things @ Once reviewing SOUND OF THE MOUNTAIN and SCATTERED CLOUDS
UTS:
Writing and Cultural Studies - WCS staff details
Margot Nash is a screenwriter and a director with a
background as a cinematographer, a film editor and an actor. She holds an MFA
from COFA, UNSW. Her research topic was: The research, writing and visual
preparation for a feature film. She has produced, written and directed a
number of award-winning short films and documentaries as well as working as a
lecturer and consultant.
In 1994 she wrote and directed Vacant Possession, a feature drama
about family, racial conflict and the complexities of reconciliation for which
she was nominated for Best Directing and Best Original Screenplay in the AFI
awards. Vacant Possession won a Speciale Mention du Jury at the Films
De Femmes festival in Créteil in Paris in 1996, and in 1999 three of her films For
Love Or Money (co filmmaker), Shadow Panic and Vacant Possession screened
in Créteil as part of a Tribute to Australian and New Zealand Women
Filmmakers.
Margot has worked extensively in the Pacific running documentary training
workshops for
She has been a judge in the NSW Premier's Literary Awards (scripts and plays)
the Australian Directors Guild Awards (features) and the Sydney Film Festival
Dendy Awards (documentary).
In 2005 she directed and script edited her second feature film Call Me Mum
about mothering, family and race relations in
In 2008 she was a visiting scholar at NIDA and an artist in residence at
Bundanon where she worked on her current feature project, My Mother's Shoes,
about performance, aging and constructions of fear.
Vacant Possession > Overview - AllMovie Sandra Brennan
This often ironic, metaphorical drama offers insight into identity questions faced by many contemporary Australians. The story centers on the expatriate Tessa who has come back to her country after a long absence. She originally left the country when her father found out that she was pregnant and that the father of the child was an Aborigine. She later had the child aborted. Now her mother has died and she has returned to the family home to pay her respects. Living in the home is her sister and their volatile father who has given up control of the house. The sisters fight over ownership of the house.
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There are a lot of films out there like this one - see FRAN, WARM NIGHTS ON A SLOW MOVING TRAIN, WINTER OF OUR DREAMS, WITH LOVE TO THE PERSON NEXT TO ME, WAITING AT THE ROYAL, THE SUGAR FACTORY, SEEING RED, SILVER CITY, and even SHINE, just to name a few (!!) - all of which portray a realistic life of an oppressed individual, and then give us reasons for his or her opression for the next ninety minutes. Much of the time, these films are either too obtrusive, or too vague...not so VACANT POSSESSION: while being allowed to think and conclude ourselves, we are given enough factual information to re-create Tessa's life. Like so many teens who leave home, her decision is not based on one unfortunate mishap, but on one ultimate occurrance which is the "final straw" after a multitude of bad things (including a drunk, war-crazed father, pregnancy and forced abortion, prejudice, etc...). The performances and script are truly wonderful, and help to create this searing account of one woman's daily struggle with life as she can do nothing but run away from everything. And it's strangely uplifting, unlike similar films like WRONG WORLD, which can be quite depressing. If you think your life's a bit of a struggle sometimes, watch this...and be thankful... Rating: 8/10.
Green Left - Shadows of the past Kim Linden
Vacant Possession intertwines memories, dreams, reality, the past and the present, all culminating in a vivid story about the concept of home, the meaning of place and all the memories and emotions that a home or former home can evoke.
The home in this movie is an old weatherboard house called
"Irene". The spectacular setting of the film, at
The central character is Tessa (Pamela Rabe). Just before she dies, Tessa's mum, Joyce (Toni Scanlon), changes her will to bequeath the house, which Tessa grew up in, to Tessa and her sister, Kate (Linden Wilkinson). Joyce has left the will somewhere in the house, and Tessa, who lives the life of a gambler somewhere overseas, goes back to stay in the home full of emotional secrets to search for the new will.
In every corner there is a memory of Tessa's childhood (young Tessa played by Melissa Ippolito) and her teenage years (played by Simonne Pengelly), the memory of being told not to play with the Aboriginal kids down the road, the memory of the Aboriginal guy she loved (Mitch, played by Graham Moore) and her pregnancy to him, the memory of her mother taking her out one night to have an abortion, and more.
The most haunting memories for Tessa are of her father, Frank (John Stanton). Frank is plagued by his own memories of World War II. The war left Frank with a mental illness and made him a violent man. His violence is what drove Tessa out of her home and overseas.
Margot Nash, the feminist writer/director, was fascinated by
housing in
Nash says she got the title of the movie from a vacant
possession party she went to at an inner city Sydney squat which was about to
be sold. "For me it invoked not only the image of the empty house but the
idea of Terra nullius, the principle that stated
Vacant
Possession Oz Film Database
'Vacant Possession' was made on a low budget of $1.54
million, was fully financed by the AFC and produced in co-operation with
Wintertime film and As If productions. It was filmed between the 8 of Nov and
Set in Kurnell on the edge of Botany Bay, 'a mythical site of mangrove swamps, wildlife, snakes, birds. . . and weatherboard cottages', close to where Captain Cook landed in 1770 'Vacant Possession'(1995) tells the story of a white woman and 'prodigal daughter' (Pamela Rabe) returning to her family home after the death of her mother. Returning home Tessa is forced to confront unresolved issues, which are triggered by the spectre of a father, who forced Tessa to flee fall those years ago, when he discovered that she was pregnant to her Aboriginal lover, Mitch. Dealing with issues of 'hearth and place' and 'remembrance and regret', Vacant Possession cleverly weaves a highly personal story of unresolved relationships from the past, which must be met in the present, onto a background involving the Aboriginal legacy of Australian history and issues of our unresolved colonial past.
The film opens with Tessa's (Pamela Rabe) arrival home, and we are immediately made aware of the unresolved tensions between her and her older sister Kate (Linden Wilkinson), and her disturbed father Frank (John Stanton). The sibling rivalry is made apparent over the inheritance of the family home, 'Irene', a neglected sunbleached weatherboard, of which their unstable father has relinquished control over (Dzenis,1996:52). Clashing over the ownership of the house, both sisters are relying on the cash settlement, Tessa to 'start over', and Kate, to remove her family from the financial dire straits, inflicted by her 'drinking and gambling husband'. In order to find the new will, which her mother wrote on her deathbed, Tessa returns to 'Irene', and begins the search. Wandering through the house, sorting through her mothers belongings, and the collected debris of her childhood, the exploration becomes more than Tessa had bargained for, as the home triggers painful and vivid memories. For Tessa, Irene is far from 'vacant', it is a place invested with significance and haunted by emotional ghosts of the past; of a troubled childhood caused by her volatile and irrational 'war damaged' father, and of unresolved tensions between her and her Aboriginal neighbours. Thus as the film progresses, the space of the Spartan and echo filled house, becomes a site where Tessa'a memories, fantasies and dreams intertwine and transitions from past to present become 'part of the same space, occupying the same body' (Dzenis,1996:52).
Thus we witness a young Tessa playing, her mother singing, a rampaging father igniting irrationally and unpredictably. More ominously we bear witness to a young girl falling in love with an Aboriginal boy Mitch, becoming pregnant to him. Her mother tries unsuccessfully to force her daughter to have an abortion. A father hysterically wounds the boy and a young girl flees (Dzenis,1996:52). As Tessa confronts these memories past and present collide, in one moment she consoles her younger self, compassionately watching, and 'so the recognition and healing begins'.
"It is a most ambitious undertaking: an excavation into the emotional psyche of a young woman and it's links and parallels to the structure, formation and deniaof nationhood" (Dzenis,1996:53)
Focusing primarily on the return of long absent expatriate
Tessa, and her attempts at reconciliation with an older sister, and deeply
disturbed father, 'Vacant Possession', has been thematically aligned with a
film released in the same year, Richard Franklin's 'Hotel Sorrento'(1995),
which also has a 'women centred' narrative and deals with similar issues.
However as Adrian Martin (1995) and others have noted, 'Vacant Possession'
extends beyond this thematic framework as 'for the heroine of this film,
exploring the past includes facing up to the Aboriginal legacy in Australian
history', thereby giving, 'Vacant Possession', a 'far broader social
significance'. The strength of the film, therefore comes from the way in which,
Nash has woven a number of themes together and storylines together each one
having a kind of metaphorical relationship to the other. In this way 'Vacant
Possession' can be read not simply as a personal drama concerning family
conflict and its relationship to the present, as through the character of Tessa
larger questions concerning issues of Australian national identity particularly
in relation to our colonial past are generated and confronted. Thus Tessa must
reconcile, not only with her sister and war scarred father, but also with
"We have colonised this country; we're living in a post-colonial society, trying to understand what that means, and trying to find our place and sense of belonging" (Nash, cited in; Corbett,1995:19).
This difficulty and ambivalence is visually articulated in the film when Tessa is having a 'rest' in Millies room. Looking around the room she is confronted with strong images of a 'collective' aboriginal identity; a Mabo poster, pictures of Archie Roach, the Aboriginal songwriter and musician, an Aboriginal flag, these images set against the chatter of Millies close knit family, particularly in relation to her estranged one, work to reinforce Tessa's feeling of isolation at the time, and also more generally questions of her identity and sense of belonging. Incorporated into this story is also the character of Tessa's father ( John Stanton), who represents for me, not only a traumatic figure from Tessa's past, but also within the context of the themes of nationhood a national identities acts as a representation of Australia's colonial past, of a 'historical Australia'. Frank is a casualty of WWII, who cuts his family to pieces, and throws out his daughter for becoming pregnant to an Aboriginal boy, and as Nash suggests a figure that a lot of Australian families of that period were affected by. He was also the bearer of overtly racist and bitter attitudes towards the indigenous population and thus the dialogue between Tessa and her father provides a forum for these issues of resentment and discrimination to be discussed, exposed and interrogated.
Read in this way we can see that 'Vacant Possession', is very much a 'white story', and Nash asserts herself that this is what she perceived as the strength of the film. That is whilst the film deals with the 'difficulty and ambivalence of the relationship between white Australians and the land, and between indigenous peoples and colonisers, the film doesn't as such attempt to tell 'Aboriginal stories'. Nash states herself that; 'I came to understand that as a white person I couldn't tell Aboriginal stories. That's for Aboriginal people to do (Corbett,1995:18). Nash also talks about this process in one interview, about the difficulties of being overtly 'politically correct' only ending up in 'cliche land'. Nash therefore acknowledges the difficulties that come with her position, but this is the one criticism (that I am aware of), that was made of the film. Anna Dzenis, in her review points to moments where the film was 'heavy handed', 'wearing it's heart too much on it's sleeve' (Dzenis,1996:54). I would agree with Dzenis that there were rather self aware or obviously 'well intended' moments in the film, like Dzenis, however I would also agree that by no means was the films 'overall vision' destroyed by these moments.
Not Reconciled: "Australian Cinema after Mabo" by Felicity Collins ... Eva Rueschmann from Senses of Cinema, December 2005
Review
- Twin peeks book review of Deb Verhoeven's
Twin peeks: Australian and
Memory
in ruins: the woman filmmaker in her father's cinema
Felicity Collins from Screening the Past,
Australian
Television: 1995 AFI Awards
DION BEEBE bio on cinematographer
USA (90 mi) 2012 ‘Scope Official site
While there is a shortage of Arab-American films, and far
fewer (if nonexistent) comedies, so this Lebanese-American film is in a world
by itself, expanding and developing her earlier short film by the same name in
2007. Writer/director/producer Rola
Nashef was born in
The film’s opening prologue shows gas at only $1.93 a gallon, something of a time capsule in itself, but also a friendly Lebanese-American gas station owner Ibrahim (Akram El-Ahmar) that engages with his customers, seen in an era before the plexiglass where he’s out in the open sharing his hopes and dreams for a better life in America, proud to have a son that wants to go to college in California. But he’s tragically shot and killed in a robbery, where his son Sami (E. J. Assi) resentfully foregoes college to run his father’s business, actually located near East Grand Boulevard and Woodward, where gas prices now hover over $4.00 a gallon and the station has been equipped with plexiglass, where Sami is stuck for long hours working behind a thick and ugly protective glass cage. As the station is open 24/hrs a day, he shares a daily shift with his cousin Mike (Mike Bateyeh), a guy who dreams that he and Sami will eventually own dozens of gas stations. Mike is hugely ambitious to the point of being manic, something of a hustler where he fills the back of the cage with various crap he buys from mostly black street vendors thinking they can make a few extra bucks. Hardly a social critique, more along the lines of Kevin Smith’s CLERKS (1994), the film instead relies upon a steady stream of diverse customers, each bringing their own personalities into play, where the rhythm of the film is generated by these sudden faces that appear in front of the glass, where some are regular customers, others may be over-excited kids that are stoned, with each thankfully breaking a cycle of neverending boredom. A running gag throughout the film is a feud with an unseen neighboring gas station owned by another Arab relative, where the competition is always luring customers with cheap deals or fancy cappuccino coffee machines. But Sami’s world changes when Mike’s attractive and brash talking cousin Najlah (Nada Shouhayib) walks in selling phone cards, bringing her behind the cage to wait for Mike to show up, where a little awkward small talk leads to an initial attraction, but Naj insists no one can know about it, as she doesn’t want to be the talk of family gossip where all they talk about is who’s seeing who.
Unlike the gabby and ever cheerful Mike who loves the job and takes an interest in all the customers, Sami is quieter, sitting sullenly behind the glass, rarely befriending any of the customers, where only visits from Naj seem to perk him up. From the outset, it’s clear neither Mike nor Naj’s overprotective brother Fadi (Steven Soro), who can be forcefully bullying at times, approve of this relationship, as she’s in a higher economic bracket where better things are expected for her, so the entire developing relationship takes place in secret behind the glass without ever going out on a date, where he brings her behind the cage and they simply talk to each other. One of the things this director gets right is she has an ear for the breezy rhythm of naturalistic dialogue, creating believable, if underdeveloped, characters who are amusing throughout, accentuating a cultural dynamic of how this couple is so challenged to actually be with each other, where part of the fun is seeing just how it all plays out. One of the better scenes is when Naj and her girlfriends go out clubbing in skimpy party dresses, but the night is short circuited when Fadi shows up, so a quick escape leaves them with few options, one of which is paying a visit to her “gas station guy.” With the others still waiting in the car overreacting to everything they see, Sami is awestruck by what he sees, as to him, she’s mesmerizingly beautiful, a stunning contrast to what he’s used to seeing in the store. When he chances a kiss, she’ll have none of it, claiming she’s not that kind of girl, leaving him puzzled and bewildered, while silently displaying her own confusion and inner conflict. The film loses an opportunity to explore what’s underneath many of the mostly black customers, where one grows curious about any progression in developing attitudes about their Middle-Eastern counterparts, but there’s also a longstanding customer that goes back to the era of Sami’s father who provides a certain stability and dramatic heft to the narrative, as he’s representative of the changing neighborhood outside where people are going through hard times. While the film may be overly optimistic and naively upbeat, where some of the quirky characters with their eccentric behavior are somewhat cliché’d, the film was actually more interesting when it was a comic struggle just to see one another, intriguing even when nothing was happening, turning predictably conventional by the end, like a fairy tale ending, but at least it stakes out new territory.
DETROIT UNLEADED Facets Multi Media
Twenty-something, second generation Lebanese-American Sami works the night shift behind the bullet-proof glass of his family's Detroit gas station/convenience store. He had been planning a different life for himself before his father was fatally shot in the pre-plexiglass days. Now seemingly content in his discontent, Sami runs the store with his overzealous cousin Mike (Mike Batayeh, Breaking Bad) who, despite a cash flow problem and a gas war with a rival down the street, exuberantly schemes to build a service station empire. Sami half-heartedly agrees to Mike's plans until the gorgeous Najlah walks in the door, selling cheap long-distance phone cards.
Rola Nashef's first feature film may well be the first Arab-American romantic comedy-drama and is also a modern day take on Romeo and Juliet. Sami and Najlah furtively meet behind the plexiglass, as Najlah tries to keep their relationship a secret from her strict brother as they fall in love. Detroit Unleaded is a brilliant debut film that showcases the new age of Arab-American cinema.
Detroit Unleaded / The Dissolve Andrew Lapin
Detroit Unleaded exists first and foremost as a much-needed counter-narrative. Yes, America, people still live, work, love, and dream in Detroit. Yes, Arab-Americans who run gas stations can have quirky romantic misadventures like everyone else, while slipping freely between English and Arabic. These should not be new ideas, and yet Rola Nashef’s matter-of-fact debut feature feels fresher than it should.
The world of the film unfolds around Sami (EJ Assi), a young man with a meek demeanor. After his father is killed by a robber in the pre-credits sequence, Sami reluctantly agrees to take charge of the family gas station. It’s a dingy 24-hour joint, in one of those off-the-grid parts of Detroit where grass is starting to grow through the pavement, though Sami and his mother (Mary Assel), like most of the area’s real-life Arab community, live in middle-class comfort in nearby Dearborn. Sami co-owns the station with his fast-talking hustler cousin Mike (Mike Batayeh, who steals the film), who dreams of franchising and loads up the store with bootleg DVDs and slushee machines to compete with an unseen rival across the street. “It’s raining pennies!” an employee yells when the competitors shave a cent off their gas price, so Mike grabs a giant stick and marches outside to change his own rate sign.
Tangents like these are everywhere in Detroit Unleaded, and take up far more screen time than the romance that’s intended to be the film’s anchor. Nashef knows how to write good dialogue, and lavishes attention on everyone, from the factory worker who stops in for coffee every night to the twitchy “parking-lot manager” everyone assumes is a crackhead. It’s colorful yet overwhelming, as though Nashef crammed as many characters as possible into the margins to prove the Motor City hasn’t been abandoned. (“Take that, Detropia,” she may well be whispering, with good cause.) When love interest Naj (Nada Shouhayib), a cell-phone sales agent, shows up for the first time, she’s just another customer in a long line; Sami has to invite her into his bulletproof glass cage before she can assume any other role to him, and to the film.
Nashef puts a ton of energy onto the screen, though often it feels like that energy is moving in every direction except forward. Thanks in part to frequent montages of Mike’s business dealings, the romance between Sami and Naj doesn’t take focus until 45 minutes in. And though there are wedges to drive between the “up-do girl” and “gas-station guy,” including Naj’s domineering older brother (Steven Soro), every source of tension meets an abrupt, fuzzy resolution.
More fascinating are all the ways Nashef finds to play with her setting, using Sami’s bulletproof isolation to illustrate the ever-present yet unspoken fear that violence could claim his life at any minute. Extreme close-ups emphasize the buzzer he must press to unlock his shield for Naj, while the sounds of customers outside the glass come in muffled. He stores a gun behind the counter—not to use, but because he would certainly carry a firearm after what happened to his father. These moments bring an unsettling subtext to what otherwise could have been Arab Clerks. Though Unleaded doesn’t hit the same narrative or stylistic heights as Bilal’s Stand, Sultan Sharrief’s winning 2010 no-budget comedy about a Muslim taxi driver in Detroit, it still has charm to spare. The film’s engine stalls from time to time, but it never dies—much like the city it’s set in.
Slant Magazine [Tina Hassannia]
Rola Nashef's Detroit Unleaded features an early montage of women in hijabs, storefronts covered in Arabic writing, and a "Welcome to Detroit" sign, directly and quickly establishing Motor City's strong Arab community. EJ Assi and Nada Shouhayib star as Sami and Naj, twentysomethings stuck at home due to family pressure. The film opens with Sami's father being fatally shot while working at the family gas station; the story then flashes forward to the present day, where a grown-up Sami has shelved his dreams for college in order to keep the business alive. Naj, meanwhile, works at her brother Fadi's (Steven Soro) cell-phone store despite having a business degree. Moving back in with Mom and Dad may be a common phenomenon for American post-collegiates in recent years, but it's always been the expected course for many second-generation Middle-Eastern twentysomethings. The film explores how such traditions and lack of opportunities in Detroit hold back Sami and Naj, and though they're initially semi-accepting of their fates, complete with eye rolling and exasperated sighs, the film's simplistic solution to their problems is to have them overstep family expectations and leave the city.
Sami and Naj's relationship can only develop within the safe and covert confines of Sami's bulletproofed workplace, as their families forbid them to date, and the film is most successful in scenes that humorously depict Naj's attempts to circumvent Arab tradition in order to establish her own sense of freedom outside of Fadi's overprotective watch. She forces her friends to flee a club after spotting her brother there, and when realizing she shouldn't have blabbed about Sami to her friends, she pretends to break up with him to prevent rumors.
Though the film compellingly engages with the specific problems of a cultural group rarely represented in American film, the solution for Sami and Naj to run off together materializes too easily and abruptly; after Naj's brother finds out about their relationship, it only takes a simple phone call from Sami to convince an upset Naj to leave Detroit behind. Ending with the happy couple driving off, the film doesn't grapple with the aftermath of their departure on their respective families. This includes Sami's stay-at-home mother, Mariam (Mary Assel), who relies on her son's income and laments the day when he'll leave their family home. While her character arc is more focused on how she must move on from grieving her husband to enjoy life again, the film chooses to neglect practical circumstances about her future.
Detroit Unleaded is meticulous in detailing the shibboleths of its characters to capture the contemporary diasporic experience of Detroit's young Arab community, but its storytelling is too rudimentary, as is the characterization of its main character. For someone who hates his job, Sami never expands on what exactly he might do if the gas station were out of the picture, and though the film does much to underscore the monotonous nature of Sami working long shifts, it does so at the sake of developing his outside interests or any other defining traits. When Naj presses him about his future plans, he quickly changes the subject. Because the film isn't written with the kind of nuance necessary to flesh out this kind of inner turmoil, the vague circumstances in which the two depart feels like a copout. In the last scene, when a stranger asks where Sami is headed, he smiles and says, "I don't know yet. I'll find out when I get there."
Certainly, the film's takeaway message lies in the old adage that life is about the journey instead of the destination. Yet after delineating how difficult it is for the characters to leave their families and has outlined the tangible, cultural limitations in young Arab-American life, Detroit Unleaded almost seems to suggest the fantastical notion that picking up and leaving is as easy as filling up a tank of gas and flooring it out of the wasteland.
Guest
Post: Turning My Camera on Detroit's Arab Community | IndieWire by Rola Nashef from indieWIRE, November 22,
2013, also seen here: Director statement
Paste Magazine Shane Ryan
Village Voice Nick Schager
Tiny Mix Tapes [Andrew Eastwick]
NightsAndWeekends.com [Kristin Dreyer Kramer]
Profile: Rola Nashef
Scott Macauley from Filmmaker
magazine
This is the American Dream? - World Socialist Web Site Joanne Laurier, also an interview with the director November 11, 2013
Director interview Danny Peary interview from SAG Harbor Express, November 20, 2013
Variety Alissa Simon
Detroit Free Press Julie Hinds
Detroit Unleaded Movie Review (2013) | Roger Ebert Steven Boone
The Moment That Breaks a Man | Performing Arts Review | Chicago Tony Adler’s review of Brett Neveu’s play Gas For Less, from The Chicago Reader
Mercedes Ed Gonzalez from Minneapolis/St. Paul City Pages
Yousry
Nasrallah is the cinema's most remote of unknown pleasures. Years before he
lobbed a grenade at film festivals worldwide with his four-and-a-half-hour
pro-Palestinian fever-dream The Gate of the Sun, Nasrallah burned the
incense of 1,001 Rushdian Nights with Mercedes (which he'll introduce
Thursday at the
In a great
Mauritz Stiller film, Sir Arne's Treasure, an old woman envisions a
group of men sharpening their knives--the same men that will later kill her and
her family. Mercedes is a more modern invention, but its vision of
history--past and present, thrown apart by crisis--has a similarly lyrical
quality. Before Warda (Youssra) gives birth to her first child, whom she
conceives not with her older, light-skinned husband, but with an African
American politician, her mother pours milk on her head so as to prevent the
child from coming out dark-skinned. This form of colorfully detailed
storytelling--rooted deeply, absurdly, but reverentially in the traditions and
superstitions of a modern Egyptian culture--reveals Nasrallah's kinship to the
deep-throated, mythmaking dramas of Gunter Grass, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and
Emir Kusturica.
The story's
wondrously spastic maze of comic sketches is overrun with Muslim
fundamentalists, tramps, agents, gays, internationally hopping politicians, and
drug dealers; finding a way out of this mess becomes, for Warda's blond-haired
son Noubi (Zaki Abdel Wahab), a test of his will and spirit. (For the audience,
a printed family tree might be necessary to remember how everyone fits
together.) At a party, Noubi agrees to destroy Raifa (Menha Bataoui), the
drug-pushing wife of his uncle. Noubi nonchalantly hatches the plan by sending
a piece of steak to the meat-phobic woman's table, around which a fit of
hysteria explodes. Nothing, though, seems to go according to plan: Noubi's
uncle dies (Raifa, naturally, is allergic to his body), but not before he asks
his nephew to seek out Camal (Magdi Kamel), who is really Noubi's brother and
who may or may not want to claim his inheritance if he believes Raifa will pump
him full of heroin.
In Mercedes,
Nasrallah takes the pulse of his nation in sharp, concentrated doses. A man who
suffers a traffic jam screams, "Damned country! Nothing moves!"--a
counterpoint to what Noubi does, which is to move so fast that no one can seem
to catch him. A note on the title: It's a reference to the car, which divides,
at least according to one of the film's bourgies, the country's people into two
categories--those who own one and those who dream of owning one. Noubi,
nonconformist that he is, casually blows the man's theory: He refuses
reduction, which is the theme of this very smart, progressive film. (A
highlight has two women giggling and gawking at Noubi's morning wood.) But
Mercedes is also the name of the Spanish woman who holds the key to Camal's
location. Upon learning this secret, Noubi gives a moor's last sigh before
traveling to Giza to look for his brother, only to stumble first upon a woman,
Afifa (also played by Youssra), who looks like his mother and says that she is
a "Wednesday Child" (a relative, perhaps, of Rushdie's midnight
children?).
The director flings his humanist net far and
wide, revealing parts of his culture rarely seen on film.
Dave Calhoun at
This realist melodrama from Yousry
Nasrallah tries its damnedest to convey how messy, contradictory and
confusing were the events of the 2011 uprising in
‘After the
‘After the
The trouble with ‘After the Battle’ is that it feels like every
idea and experience related to the Arab Spring in
You imagine that, in 10, 20 or 30 years time, ‘After the Battle’ will be of value to historians of the Arab Spring. It’s a film conceived and constructed in the eye of the storm – full of contemporary debates and characters that emerge from real social, economic and political divisions and allegiances. However, as a film, it’s an indecipherable, chaotic blitzkrieg of half-baked ideas and hot-headed dramatisations of reality. In that sense, you could say it’s true to its source material.
Yousry Nasrallah probes Egyptian society during the heated and heady days
of last year’s revolution in
Opting to funnel the polemic through the central character of Rim, a middle-class Cairo advertising executive turned impassioned NGO activist and Mahmoud, an impoverished and illiterate horse-rider from the Giza Pyramid village of Nazlet, Nasrallah never manages to lift his characters out of the plot schematic, despite a generous running time.
The result is a flatly shot mash-up of politics and drama that
run side-by-side and are often individually interesting but never convincingly
connect. While After The
Nasrallah’s central thrust is to drive the plight of an ignorant villager and his limited world into the heated debate of Tahrir Square - which happened when the now-deposed President Hosni Mubarak’s forces convinced some Nazlet villagers to race their animals through protestors in what became known as ‘The Battle of the Camel’.
The fictional Mahmoud (Samra), is one of those villagers, now shamed for his actions and dealing with the consequences. Bringing divorced, bourgeois Cairo hothead Rima (Chalaby) into contact with Mahmoud has forced Nasrallah and Schama into gymnastic plot contortions, however, resulting in the creation of Rim’s veterinarian friend Dina (Phaedra) who works for an NGO which is providing feed for the animals, including Mahmoud’s beloved horse Jamaica.
One kiss in the bushes later, and Rima is all-but setting up shop in Nazlet, counselling Mahmoud’s wife Fatma (El Sebai), sorting out their sons’ problems at school, and organising a horse rider’s union - none of which goes down well with village strongman Haj Abdallah (Abdallar).
Nasrallah bounces interesting ideas around his film, but few of
them gain any real traction. Sections dealing with the role of women in this
turbulent era in
After
the Battle: Cannes Review Deborah
Young from The
It may be too soon to come to terms with the confused aftermath
of the Arab Spring, a major undertaking that
Set in the highly charged political atmosphere of today’s
The film’s great merit is Nasrallah’s consummate story-telling,
which allows non-Egyptian audiences an easy entry point into the familiar sight
of thousands of demonstrators who, in February of 2011, were violently charged
by horsemen in what has come to be known as “the
Their promised affair fizzles, without completely dying out, when
Rim discovers he has a family and tries to educate the lot to participate in
the revolution.
The characters are all complexly drawn to illustrate their vast
social divide, and the scenes set in Nazlet go deep into the fabric of
While Chalaby’s Rim gives women’s issues a central role in the film, her brassy self-consciousness doesn’t earn sympathy points and borders on over-acting. Far more effective is Samra, who draws the emotional Mahmoud as a strong but tragic character in the neorealist mold. Riding his horse at a fancy dressage, he is shamefully banned as a jinx by the powerful local boss Haj Abdallah (stage actor Salah Abdallah), to whom he grovels and later begs for a job in a chillingly realistic scene. El Sebai’s Fatma has the same charming smile of subservience – their poverty is real and there is no room for noble attitudes with two kids and a horse to feed.
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Alien babies? Mutant creatures with tails? I’m so there! Especially since it stars Sarah Polley, who has barely been seen other than Isabel Coixet movies in the past decade, if at all in the last 5 years, so the curiosity factor is high. Polley, as always, plays that special breed of human being that continually goes beyond our current level of perception, playing a scientist who is so advanced in the field of genetic engineering that she has to continually hide what she’s working on, as humans can’t grasp that degree of leaps and bounds in the wide open spaces of the new frontier in scientific advancement, preferring instead tiny increments that include a system of checks and balances so nothing surprising ever happens. Polley and Adrien Brody are lovers as well as scientific partners, given free reign to mix the DNA of various animals to create new hybrid life forms, all designed to bring in the almighty corporate dollars. But they do a little experimenting on their own behind the scenes which, admittedly, forms the real basis of interest here, as what they create is completely surprising, even to them. Altering the genetic makeup to include human DNA, what they breed is first created just to know it could be done, but when the odd and fascinating creature develops signs of personality and intelligence, their lab experiment enters the Frankenstein phase, as “It’s alive!” Brody is inclined to get rid of it, because of the danger factor involved, as if this creature was eventually discovered, they could go to jail and it would ruin the company, but Polley takes a nurturing approach, becoming mother and teacher, especially when she learns how quickly this creature ages, allowed only a brief window at life that they’d never forgive themselves this rare opportunity.
In addition to FRANKENSTEIN (1931), much of this resembles ALIEN (1979), especially the initial phase when the baby creature escapes and hides in the clutter of the laboratory and no one knows if it’s friend or foe. Polley instantly bonds with it, however, becoming the imprinted mother, and treats it with the affection of a newborn baby, finding it beautiful despite its rather hideous look. But it grows quickly, developing peculiarities that take these scientists by surprise, eventually causing friction between them as they’re each so single-minded in their approach, as they’re instinctively decisive with no room for compromise or middle ground. Of course, there are no written rules here, as they’ve crossed completely into unknown territory, where much of the audience’s fascination is how utterly unpredictable this new species becomes, where reading the creatures thoughts and instincts is much like deciphering the codes provided by babies. When the creature spells out a complicated scrabble word, and it’s a reflection of its own personal state of mind, well this is beyond the revelations of Charlotte’s Web, it’s deliriously exciting to think about having that kind of unexplored and unexpected intelligence. As the imagination soars with limitless creature possibilities, the human limitations take on greater prominence, because the couple can’t agree on anything, the company doesn’t know about its top scientist’s latest discovery, and the scientists themselves haven’t the available time because the company expects immediate results from their original hybrid life form, something this couple has all but left behind in their demanding needs of raising a new life form.
It’s a mad scramble of mixed interests where the audience knows all too well that these kinds of stories don’t usually end well, where more than likely some unforeseen disaster will occur. Unfortunately, this part of the story is all too predictable, as that’s exactly what occurs, a somewhat formulaic end to an otherwise eye-opening creation. Even with the knowledge that this creature is born in computer graphics, evolving into an adult as actress Delphine Chanéac, it clearly has the appeal of a lifelike creation, though far different than anything else on the planet. It’s also clear that the audience is invested in this new creation, actually caring about whether it lives or dies, as we’ve followed the entire life cycle from the beginning and we know it’s not immune to pain or having its feelings hurt. What’s truly unique is that the creature always defines itself on its own terms, through a series of trial and errors and with its own learned revelations, some of which are remarkable, including the extent of its own powers, which is beyond its creators wildest dreams. Unfortunately, what finally happens is a bit preposterous, feels contrived and over-written, and loses the initial warmth and excitement of introducing something altogether new. By the time this one’s over, Polley has that look in her eyes as if she’s reached similar territory as Sigourney Weaver in the ALIEN series, who had to take her fight to interplanetary aliens on their home turf and was the only human to survive, witnessing something of staggering proportions that people on earth simply couldn’t begin to comprehend, so they never took it seriously. Polley has that look as if she’s the last human left on earth who really knows what she’s dealing with. The audience may feel a bit shell-shocked themselves by the end, but it’s unreasonable to think that test tube babies must remain inside the test tube like lab rats or guinea pigs, or that they’d be happy under continual confinement, like a prison. There’s a world out there for them to explore, and it’s only natural for them to want to be a part of it. Unfortunately humans haven’t evolved far enough to let them.
Combustible Celluloid (Jeffrey M. Anderson) review [3.5/4]
This movie is messed up, but in the most wonderful ways. Directed and co-written by Vincenzo Natali (Cube), Splice moves through familiar territory, including films like Frankenstein, E.T., and Jurassic Park, but it touches on some seriously complex and twisted ideas, such as the meaning of family and the concept of creation. Nevertheless, it has a perfectly confident and nonchalant tone as it navigates these sticky issues; it's even ever so slightly comical. (Or perhaps the laughter is just a reaction to the movie's uncomfortable suggestions.)
On the verge of losing control of their laboratory under a tangle of red tape, two rebellious scientists, the romantically-involved Elsa (Sarah Polley) and Clive (Adrien Brody) impulsively decide to experiment with crossing animal and human DNA. The result of their experiment matures frighteningly fast, eventually appearing as the weirdly pretty adult female creature known as "Dren" (Delphine Chanéac). Unfortunately, since Elsa and Clive have crossed many legal and ethical lines, they must keep Dren a secret. But their emotional involvement with the creature -- and with each other -- may prevent them from understanding what Dren really is: a potentially deadly monster.
Director Natali balances everything pitch-perfectly, from the performances to the hair-raising sound design, and all the way down to images of the creepy, snowy woods during the film's tense climax. It's easily the most satisfying movie in a summer so far stocked with lazy sequels and duds. Guillermo del Toro was a co-producer.
Whether it's slamming assimilative and undiscerning corporate
culture (Cypher), the natural human tendency towards blissful, deluded
ignorance (Cube) or incompatibility with external stimuli as
demonstrated through wish fulfilment irony (Nothing), writer/director
Vincenzo Natali has made a career of questioning the quotidian. He hones in on
the horrors of drone mentality, pointing out the worst possible scenario while
playfully asking the question ― quite literally in Splice ―
"what's the worst that could happen?"
Here, he sets his sights on the blind entitlement to parenthood, with married
scientists Elsa (Sarah Polley) and Clive (Adrien Brody) struggling with the
decision of whether or not to breed while splicing animal DNA in the hopes of
curing various diseases and genetic conditions. Illegally forging ahead into
human-animal trials, the young couple wind up with Dren (Delphine Cheneac), a
creature with a rapid life cycle and the cognitive function of a Homosapien.
It doesn't take a genius to draw the obvious parallel between this sci-fi
template and nascent parental anxieties, and Natali makes no effort to hide it.
And why should he, as this Freudian freak-out clips along with consistent
tension, challenging the audience with alarming psychological acuity that
doesn't shy away from the less comforting aspects of psychosexual development.
While the foreboding and unknown of a new species introduced to the world as an
outsider sustain narrative function, making for memorable, engaging viewing on
its own, the magic of Splice is that it's more than that. Polley and
Brody bring their damaged characters to life, with the deconstruction of their
gender roles and signifier breakdown propelling the climax and inevitable
horrors that unfold.
Sure, the plot becomes a tad predictable in the final act, remaining true to
allegorical implications, rather than going for campy Shyamalan shock, but it
doesn't make the experience any less affecting. It would be hard to walk away
from this film without some sort of reaction, or some sort of thought, whether
distaste for its unsavoury implications or appreciation for its lack of
condescension. Regardless, this is a movie to see.
The Onion A.V. Club review [B+] Keith Phipps
Lovers and genetic engineers, Sarah Polley and Adrien Brody play a childless couple in Splice. That doesn’t mean, however, that they’ve never created life. As scientists, they can claim Fred and Ginger, two lab-grown specimens made from mixing material from several different animals. The creatures look a bit like what might happen if a slug devoured a turtle, but looks don’t really matter in the world of corporate science. Yet despite their success, Polley and Brody soon face a change of duties that will take their gene-splicing toys away. But not, that is, until they make one last go-for-broke creation that throws in a little human DNA just to see what happens.
That Brody and Polley’s characters are named Clive and Elsa should alert fans of old horror movies what sort of story they’re in for, and director and co-writer Vincenzo Natali (best known for the microbudgeted cult favorite Cube) doesn’t let down those expecting a 21st century twist on Frankenstein. He throws in elements of David Cronenberg’s The Fly, too, but ultimately Splice owes as much to David Lynch’s parenthood-inspired Eraserhead as any other film. For all the gleaming technology and echoes of cloning, stem cell research, and other contemporary issues, the horror here stems from the couple’s attempts to keep a fragile, newborn creature alive and do right by her as she grows.
Their experiment with creating a human-animal hybrid at first yields an awful, hatchet-headed monkey-thing with big expressive eyes that send Polley’s maternal instincts into overdrive. Calling it “Dren”—the name of their employer, Nerd, spelled backwards—Polley and Brody take to raising it as their own, first in secret corners of the lab and then on an abandoned family farm. Dren ages, rapidly, and begins to look and act more human, or at least human enough to stir feelings of concern and discomfort in her creators as she matures into a melancholy, willful creature played by Delphine Chanéac.
Played with black humor that never gets in the way of the horror, Natali’s film cleverly exploits Dren’s uncanny semi-humanity. As a child, she wears a happy expression, but her bald head and the tail poking out beneath her dress give her away. Later, the camera lingers on Chanéac’s supple thighs as they rest atop what looks like the lower legs of a shaved mule. Brody and Polley attempt to protect her from the world, only to watch her turn rebellious and resent them for it.
Any resemblance to the actual experience of parenting is, of course, not at all coincidental. Shooting with a cool reserve and a steely-blue color palette, Natali keeps the film unsettling by using icky creature effects, but just as often by offering up grotesque caricatures of real-life parenting discomforts, from the exhaustion to the collapse of privacy to the difficulty of instilling a moral code in an offspring that often seems alien. The film keeps a sometimes too-clinical distance but pushes buttons from afar, including a final act that turns into a series of outrages bound to upset audiences who might have stumbled in expecting the usual monster-of-the-week horror movie instead of this thriving, disturbing, thoughtful mutant of a movie.
CBC.ca Arts (Lee Ferguson) review
Hatched in the spooky recesses of director Vincenzo Natali’s mind, Splice offers Canadian audiences something to crow about: a clever, homegrown monster mash-up that keeps morphing before your eyes. Part sci-fi, part gross-out horror with a dash of family drama thrown in for good measure, the movie is a complete hoot in all of its slithery forms.
Splice begins in a dark, dank lab, where pioneering genetic engineers Elsa (Sarah Polley) and Clive (Adrien Brody) are witnessing the birth of their latest creation, a slimy, shuddering worm named Fred. The product of spliced livestock genes, Fred and his predecessor, Ginger, should be enough to guarantee more funding for the married scientists to continue their innovative medical research. But the corporate backers at Newstead Pharma take one look at Elsa and Clive’s grotesque test results and relegate the hotshots to five more years of dry “phase two” legwork.
Elsa and Clive aren’t content to sift through pig proteins when they could be curing cancer. If their Bride of Frankenstein names didn’t tip you off, they are soon conducting their own top-secret experiment, this time fusing animal and human DNA. Before Elsa can say “It’s alive!” a new creature plops out on the lab floor, swathed in gelatinous goo. Sporting chicken legs, a rabbit face and a head as phallic as anything in the Alien movies, the bouncing little tyke proves capable of rapid-fire growth spurts. Within a matter of months, the lumpen-headed mass has evolved into a little girl named Dren (Abigail Chu), and then a hell-raising adolescent (Delphine Chanéac) who possesses the beauty of Sinead O’Connor and a lethally spiky tail.
With its moody London Philharmonic score and sci-fi set-up, Splice has all the makings of an old-fashioned B-movie, the kind where characters suffer horrific consequences after messing with nature. But Natali and co-writers Antoinette Terry Bryant and Doug Taylor are not content to stay in pop-corny territory for long. Once Dren is unearthed, Splice begins to resemble David Cronenberg’s triumphant remake of The Fly (1986), or his earlier Freudian family headtrip, The Brood (1979).
When the kindergarten-aged Dren starts spelling out human words with Scrabble tiles, Elsa’s previously absent maternal genes kick in, and the film mutates once more, this time into something slyly funny. Clive’s ethical concerns about the Barbie-toting creature don’t stand a chance once beaming, proud mother Elsa wonders aloud if anyone could really look at Dren’s face “and see anything less than a miracle.”
The driven, tightly wound Elsa and Clive prove ill-equipped as parents, and as they hole up in an abandoned farmhouse to keep their rebellious teen offspring under wraps, Splice heads into icky terrain that should shock audiences and inspire someone’s film-school master’s thesis. Splice is teeming with gender-bending creatures, disturbing sex and enough suggestive, oozing body imagery to give H.R. Giger’s alien a run for its money. No Freudian textbooks are necessary, however; the movie invites many readings – from timely genetics debate to a study of the world’s most dysfunctional family – all of them accessible, smart and fun to ponder afterward.
Howard Berger’s excellent makeup effects and the game A-list cast members give Splice a slickness that makes you forget it was shot on a relatively modest budget (roughly $30 million). Brody makes Clive a fully convincing brainiac, but Polley