to save the soul
by Douglas Messerli
Fuji Yahiro and Yoshikata Yoda (screenplay, based on a story by Mori Ōgai), Kenji Mizoguchi (director) 山椒大夫 Sanshō Dayū (Sansho the Bailiff) / 1954
Critic Anthony Lane’s comments about
Kenji Mizoguchi’s 1954 film, Sansho the
Bailiff pretty much sum up my own feelings after watching this film the
other day:
"I have seen Sansho only once, a decade ago, emerging from the cinema a broken man but calm in my conviction that I had never seen anything better; I have not dared watch it again, reluctant to ruin the spell, but also because the human heart was not designed to weather such an ordeal."
Immediately the children are set to hard work, with only the kindness of
other slaves and the caring Tarō to protect them. Tarō, to whom the children
finally confess their identities, cautions them they must work hard and bear
the suffering so that they might later find a way to escape. Meanwhile,
disgusted with his own father’s treatment of his slaves, Tarō, himself, leaves,
hoping in Kyoto to find someone to hear his complaints.
One day, when a new girl appears, Anju
hears her singing a sad song that employs both her and Zushiō’s names; it is
immediately clear that the lament has been sung by her own mother, who must,
accordingly, still be alive and desperately seeking her children. She
encourages her brother to escape the camp with her, but he dismisses her by
questioning how they might survive without papers and money.
With regret, Zushiō leaves for a nearby
Imperial temple, while Anju, returning back to camp reveals that her brother
has escaped. As Sansho’s guards rush in chase of the escapee, Anju once again
leaves the camp to walk into a nearby lake and drown herself so that, if
tortured, she cannot reveal her brother’s destination.
Yet Zushiō is denied entrance to the
Advisor’s palace, and even after slipping in undercover and confronting the
administrator, is taken away and imprisoned. Only after guards discover a
statuette of the god of mercy, given to him by his father, on Zushiō’s body,
does the Advisor agree to meet with him, telling him that his father has died,
while awarding him the governorship of Tango, the same province where Sansho
lives.
When Zushiō suggests he will outlaw
slavery, however, he is reprimanded by the Advisor, and told that he has no
role over personal property, only public lands.
As Zushiō arrives in Tango, nonetheless,
he announces a ban of slavery on all lands, public and private, insisting, over
his assistant’s protests, that his soldiers close down Sansho’s estate.
Zushiō, having accomplished his goal,
resigns his position, traveling to Sado, the island to where his mother has
been taken to become a courtesan. There he finds another woman who has taken on
his mother’s name, but can find no woman in the house of his mother’s age. Told
that she had probably been killed in a local tsunami, he walks to the beach
where she must have died.
There he finds an old, blind woman
singing the same song his sister had heard. Recognizing her as his mother, he
attempts to tell her who he is, but she rejects him as a liar until he presents
her with the same statuette of mercy that has saved him in the past. Zushiō
reports of the deaths of both his father and Anju, as the two sadly fall into
one another’s arms—too late, obviously, to redeem either of their lives.
That is the story. But I have left
everything out. Mizoguchi’s film is so beautifully, yet simply, shot that
telling this tale is not as important as how it is visually represented. Along
with Fumio Hayasaka’s memorable musical score, the beautiful early scenes, as
the family attempt their long walk to reunite with their father, the terrible
vision of the split of their family into two boats, the scenes of loving
intimacy between Anju and her slave friend, Anju’s suicide by downing, the
scenes which show the yearning Tamaki, and hundreds of other frames of this
film literarily overwhelm the viewer with their beauty. There are very few
black-and-white films that one might describe as so ravishingly beautiful:
Marcel Carné’s Les Enfants du Paradis,
Satyajit Ray’s Pather Panchali, and
Federico Fellini’s 8 ½ spring to
mind. Yet Mizoguchi’s film, with its simple moral premise that there are those
who abuse their fellow beings and a very few who manifest their love for the
world, has never been better revealed. Those who care, obviously, lose nearly
everything but their souls—souls which seem glowingly alive in Mizoguchi’s art.
Los Angeles, May 23, 2016
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (May 2016).