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Preston Sturges | The Palm Beach Story / 1942

flopping around

by Douglas Messerli

 

Preston Sturges and Ernst Laemmle (screenwriters), Preston Sturges (director) The Palm Beach Story / 1942

 

One the funniest of films about the institution of marriage, Preston Sturges’ The Palm Beach Story, almost did not get made. The script, originally titled Is Marriage Necessary?, was rejected by the powerful censors at the Hays Office several times—despite continued changes—for its “light treatment of marriage and divorce,” along with its “sexual suggestive” situations.


      It’s hard to imagine what those revised situations might have been, but they certainly would have had to involve Mary Astor’s man-hungry character, Princess Centimillia, who criticizes her would-be lover, Captain McGlue (Joel McCrea) (in the film’s reality, Thomas Jeffers, the husband of Geraldine [Claudette Colbert]), who accuses him, at one point when they are dancing, of “letting her flop around.” This is a woman who has been married, in the original script, eight times (plus two annulments), and she wants most definitely to be held tightly. 

     But letting her “flop around” might also be Gerry’s complaint of Tom, who, because of his inability to support her, lets her slip away to flop where anyone will let her, staying one night in a train car filled with gun-toting, drunken millionaires of the “Ale and Quail” Club, and literarily losing all her clothes. She has escaped the Club’s railroad car because they have taken up target practice with their rifles; the engineer orders the car uncoupled and left behind. By the next day she has been invited to be a guest in the palatial estate of America’s richest man, John D. Hackensacker III (Rudy Vallee), an obvious jibe at John D. Rockefeller. 

     Tom is a ridiculous dreamer, an architect who is trying to build airplane landing nets that hang over downtown city streets! If he could only raise $99,000 to test it out


     Before her amazing voyage from New York to Palm Beach, the couple was about to lose their glamorous apartment, with the grocery bill growing larger every day. Gerry, a long-legged beauty, insisted she could do something about it and packed her bags to prove her theory. Apparently, she was right, for just by standing in her bathroom in her wrapper the hilariously near-deaf Wienie King (Robert Dudley) handed her a substantial amount of money, and on her second day out Hackensacker has purchased an entire wardrobe for her, including a diamond bracelet, agreeing to invest in her brother-husband’s absurd invention. He’s clearly fallen for her, and when Tom shows up to claim his wife, Hackensacker’s sister, the Princess, is just as determined to claim Tom for herself.

      The only problem is this irreverent marital comedy is that the two, Tom and Gerry, are still in love. The propulsion of the movie, accordingly, hinges on the strange question: What are we going to do about it? Who could resist the life styles of such rich and famous beings? 

      Fortunately, the would-be lovers are as ridiculously outsized as the comic-book pair at the center of this tale. As Hackensacker observes of the Princess: “You know Maude, somebody meeting you for the first time, not knowing you were cracked, might get the wrong impression of you.” Even she admits “Of course, I'm crazy, I'll marry anybody.” Her former “lover” Toto (the marvelous Sig Arno) gives evidence for that! 


    Toto is like a figure you might acquire on a European beach, about as queer of a figure, in all senses of the word, as anyone might imagine, and certainly not capable of giving the Princess anything she truly might need accept constant attention.

      The more reserved Hackensacker is almost as hilariously absurd when he reveals to his sister that he determined to “bundle” with his wife just to test her out. His idea of romance is as ridiculously ancient as the actor who plays him, crooning to his sweetheart outside her window in the dark.

      Tom and Gerry are not just a bit “screwy” because of their refusal to accept their marital bliss, but, as those viewers who have stayed attentive during the credits, they are perhaps not truly who either of them think the other is. By film’s end we come to realize that they are both identical twins, and that the intended wedding couple was hijacked from their own marriage plans. As in Mozart’s Cosi fan tutti, by film’s end we truly don’t quite know who was married to whom, as Tom and Gerry call their twins to their rescue, who marry the wealthy Hackensacker and Princess in their steads. 


 

    In such a world perhaps there is no true need for marriage, just love and sex. In the “real” world the Hays Office let the movie proceed only after its director-writer, Preston Sturges, reduced the number of Princess Centimillia’s marraiges to three (plus two annulments). One has to ask, is the film world or the real world more like a screwball comedy? For Sturges’ characters get everything they wanted: love, sex, and wealth! Or—as the film itself asks—do they? At least Tom can build his airport! 

 

Los Angeles, January 16, 2011

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (January 2011) and Reading Films: My International Cinema (Los Angeles: Green Integer, 2012).

 


Fritz Lang | Spione (Spies) / 1928, USA 1929

the comedy is over

by Douglas Messerli

 

Thea von Harbou (screenplay, based on her novel), Fritz Lang (screenwriter and director) Spione (Spies) / 1928, USA 1929

 

Watching Lang's fascinating spy film the other day, I was struck by just how many of the tropes and scenes he used in this film which have appeared in nearly every spy story since. The glamorous women who work, willingly and unwillingly, with the evil forces—in this case the Russian beauty Sonya Baranilowa (Gerda Marcus), the beautiful opium addict Lady Leslane (Hertha von Walther), and the murderous waif Kitty (Lien Devers)—might all be home in any James Bond adventure. The evil and always obedient nurse is spoofed in the Austin Powers series. The mad evil villain, in this case, is the gruff banker Haghi (Rudolf Klein-Rogge), a type who appears in almost every spy tale I have seen from Hitchcock to, once more, the James Bond series. Even Lang's incidental scenes create traditions; isn't it required that in dark spy stories the hero must, at some point, take the slightly evil heroine-spy to a boxing match? But in Spione Lang takes it one step further by quickly converting the boxing ring into a dance floor, where the two quickly step off in a fox trot.


     How appropriate, moreover, that the villain should be a banker. Every "Occupy Wall Street" supporter ought to rent this movie immediately.


     What is truly stunning about Lang's film is its deep sense of paranoia. The dark, shadowy rooms and streets of the great director's film are literally lined with spies, from the offices of the head of the Secret Service, Jason (Craighall Sherry) to the plush booths of restaurants, from the opium dens to public train stations. Nearly everywhere one might go in Lang's dizzying world, spies are at work. Late in the film, when our hero, No. 326 (Willy Fritsch)—with his number again reminding us of 007—sends a telegram, immediately behind him comes a man who has magically been able to copy the message by placing a mechanism beneath the writing table. Earlier a miniature camera is found on one of the assistants to the Secret Service head. Even though Doctor Masimoto (Lupu Pick) sends out three false copies of the signed Japanese Peace Treaty, the waif he has kindly taken in discovers the real document in his suitcase and steals it. In the world of Spies there is literally no safe haven, no shelter where one can hide from evil intrigues.


     What is equally disturbing is the number of deaths, most of them self-inflicted, that Haghi causes. Blackmailed into spying on her own husband, we can only imagine that Lady Leslane will seek out the opium den even more often in the future; discovered as a betrayer of his country, Colonel Jellusic (Fritz Rasp) shoots himself; Dr. Masimoto, upon realizing that Kitty has tricked him and stolen the Peace Treaty, ritually disembowels himself. Left in the unhooked last train car in a tunnel, Agent 326 seems destined for death. He survives to later round up Haghi's minions. And the former spy Sonya is redeemed through his salvation.

     Yet the mad banker Haghi is missing. In a switch that reveals the topsy-turvyiness of Lang's vision, 326 discovers that Haghi is also a Secret Service agent, 719, who hides his identity as the circus clown Nemo. Tracked down and faced by his pursuers, Haghi puts a gun to his head and releases the trigger. The comedy is over.

    But perhaps the drama had just begun. Marcus was having an affair with Lang during the filming, despite the fact that Lang's wife, the screenplay writer von Harbou and former wife of Klein-Rogge, was also working on the set.

 

Los Angeles, November 9, 2011

Reprinted from World Cinema Review and Reading Films: My International Cinema (Los Angeles: Green Integer, 2012).

Maximilien Blanc | My Best Friend / 2018

sharing a blunt

by Douglas Messerli

 

Daniel Rivera (screenplay), Maximilien Blanc (director) My Best Friend / 2018 [17 minutes]

 

If Daniel Rivera and Maximilien Blanc’s short film My Best Friend doesn’t have a lot to say, it certainly expresses what it does quite beautifully both through its images and language. The handsome young actors speak in a relaxed manner, with a great many silences, that might not have been allowed in a more amateur film. These are, after all, the much clichéd best friends, who don’t always need to talk endlessly in order to communicate. 


    But gradually, both reveal a great deal, Ari (Colin McCalla) slowly expressing his deep hurt and inner turmoil over a long-ago fact that is never completely explained, but strongly suggests that his older brother was cast out of the house for being gay, his name never spoken again and all images of him destroyed. Ari has recently uncovered a photo of him and his brother representing the great joys they shared together, and suddenly it has returned all the pain of his brother / friend’s loss. He is embarrassed for his sudden tears, the other boy Dante (Daniel Rivera) assuring him that it is not inconsequential that he has these feelings and that are important to express.


     There seems to be something so deeply lonely about Ari, despite his long-time friendship with Dante that he cannot even express his feelings to himself let alone his “best friend.” Dante almost seems to be toying with his friend as he suddenly offers his non-smoking friend a blunt, a pot-filled cheroot of the kind he’s been smoking recently with a male friend of a girl who apparently Ari has been seeing, Naomi. Dante suggests the boy seems interested in him.

     When Ari asks about what kind of interest, it turns out it may be of the romantic sort, and that Dante doesn’t at all mind that sort of attention. One might expect some glimmer of startlement, jealousy, curiosity if nothing else, but Ari seems quite silent about the entire casually expressed confession.

      And he is equally nonreactive when Dante gradually reveals that is father has obtained a university position in Chicago, and that the family will be moving there at the end of the summer.     

    All Ari can seem to express is his happiness for the good news, a behavior which even Dante quickly queries his about feeling with no results. Clearly Ari’s was not the response he was hoping for, even expecting.


     But as they lay back and smoke, the weed taking its effect, Ari opens up again, expressing his dismay about the possibility of losing such an imaginative best friend, just as he has previously lost his brother—a metaphoric parallel that the script fortunately does not feel the need to ponder. Ari’s feelings, in fact, appear to be more triggered by Dante’s drug-induced poetic imagination of a kind of mystical universe of birds who, when they die fly off to different universes, responding to human emotions. But the effect is the same, the connection made. Ari’s remarks are as good as a love letter: “You see things Dante. You see things the way no one else does. It’s pretty beautiful. You’re pretty beautiful.”

      And Dante realizes that his friend’s comments are also meant as a deep admission of the words he cannot utter, about more intense feelings he has not fully identified yet. In response, he leans over and kisses him gently on the lips.


      The boys lay back on the grass again face up, waiting for their mutual reactions. Of course, Dante, having full well known what he has done, simply smiles at finally being to actuate his feelings. Ari’s face registers some confusion before a wave of near euphoria registers, a lovely smile suddenly appearing on his face as well.      

     Perhaps they have finally moved beyond the cliché and become something more than simply “best friends.”

 

Los Angeles, January 13, 2023

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (January 2023).

Jean Vigo | À Propos de Nice / 1930

the living and the dead

by Douglas Messerli

 

Jean Vigo (director) À Propos de Nice / 1930

 

On the surface Jean Vigo’s 1930 work, À Propos de Nice, is similar to Dziga Vertov’s Man with a Movie Camera, a whirlwind tour through various aspects of a city from morning to sunset. In fact, Vigo’s photographer for this film, Boris Kaufman, was the brother of Vertov’s busy cameraman, Mikhail. Like Vertov’s loving presentment of Odessa, Vigo’s valentine to Nice begins in aerial shots, with the almost travelogue-like feeling.


        As the camera descends to the surface, almost like sliding down one of the many palm-trees dotting the Nice landscape, everything shifts as the director focuses on the idle rich, enjoying the casinos and mostly strolling, in full-dress regalia, along the boardwalks and beaches. Dressed to the hilt, these wealthy men and women seem to be impervious that there is a long beach with enticing waters rolling in; rather, they sit in beach cafes, benches, and beach chairs, their suit pants rolled up, long dresses discreetly lifted to catch a few rays of the sun. Mostly they walk, checking out each other as if in an endless Easter Parade. Perhaps it is near Easter, after all, since a carnival, presumably a Mardi Gras event, is in the air. Early on Vigo gives us a glimpse of one of the masks being created for the event. In a sense, the large mask is similar to the numerous masks of paint and haberdashery upon the heads of Nice’s wealthy, walking dead.


      So far, Vigo has only satirized his figures, but he soon begins to point up what that wealth hides, highlighting his silent and unspoken figures against a far more political context. As the camera dips into some of the Nice side streets where peasant women are busy washing their clothes in public fountains, we begin also to spot local teenagers, some of them gathering to play games of chance—a cruder version of the casino games—others simply on the run, bicycling, racing through the streets—a far cry from the careful strollers—in wild abandonment.


     Suddenly it is almost as if Kaufman’s camera has become energized as he now parallels these poor-boy activities with the pleasures of others of the upper class. The beaches are filled with swimmers, sailing vessels and small yachts appear on the horizon, a water-plane dips into the ocean, tennis matches are cross-cut with bocce bowls. The sun shines across the Riviera paradise.


       Just as suddenly the carnival springs into action with a series of images of outlandishly large and grotesque masks. If the wealthy treated Nice cautiously and gingerly, more interested in themselves than in their surroundings, the course youth of Nice go wild, singing and dancing interminably, throwing their torsos into the air to reveal nearly everything. A large part of the film has been given over to pure pleasure, as marchers, singers, dancers, and masked figures go wild. In comparison the cold arcades of the casinos seem like tombs, which Vigo underscores by showing us several gravesites and other city statues surrounded by stone angels. By comparison, the revelers are pure flesh, ready to throw themselves, so it seems, into the hell of an apocalyptic fate, with which Vigo and Kaufman end their short film: a flurry of huge smokestacks and raked fires, hinting at the energy of the workers who, in their labors, allow the city to stay alive. In Vigo’s proposition of Nice, Hell is surely preferable to the heavenly carved casinos and hotels.

 

Los Angeles, January 17, 2013

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (January 2013) and Reading Films: My International Cinema (Los Angeles: Green Integer, 2012).  

 

Dziga Vertov and Elizaveta Svilova | Tri geroinia (Three Heroines) / 1938

rescued pilots

by Douglas Messerli

 

Dziga Vertov and Elizaveta Svilova (directors) Tri geroinia (Three Heroines) / 1938

 

If Vertov’s Man with a Movie Camera is an exciting mélange of cinematic experimentations, his and his wife’s Three Heroines is a rather straight-forward, at times amateurish, propagandistic tribute, less to the three heroines of its title, than to Stalin and the Soviet system.

      Vertov and Svilova, true to their beliefs, did not use voice-overs or devise numerous acted out scenes for their documentary. Vertov’s more radical methods were now devalued by the Soviet film heads. Accordingly, this film was little seen in the Soviet Union and completely unknown to the rest of the world.

     The three heroines are air pilots Raskova, Osipenko, and Grisodubova, who attempted to make a first nonstop trans-Siberian flight. They failed, crashing into the Soviet taiga, and for several days their whereabouts were unknown.


     Higher-ups, however, insisted upon detailed searches and, eventually the three were discovered alive and still in good health. The irony is that this threesome came to be better known having failed than they might have had they succeeded in their mission. After mending, the women called home to their husbands and children—their joyful communications caught by the documentarians camera in some of the moving scenes of the film—before they were taken by train on the long journey back to Moscow. Along the way, the three made numerous stops, the woman laden with medals and flowers, presenting speeches proclaiming the greatness of the Soviet system and the beloved protection of Stalin. Unlike the West’s neglect of Amelia Earhart, they argue, the Soviet system cares about its would-be heroes and all its citizens, of which their salvation is an example.

     By about the third or fourth such speech even the most ardent viewer grows weary, and the constant repetition of a song of these taiga-trotting women, alternating with praises of the USSR—the major link between their picaresque travels—rather than charming the viewer, drills the ditty into his head.

     Certainly, there are lovely moments, and the intimate views of small Soviet villages are often fascinating as Vertov’s and Svilova’s camera remains in near-constant motion. But this time, without many cinematic tricks, the document seems uneventful and flat. Long live the Soviet people and their great protector Stalin and Soviet Commissars!

 

Los Angeles, March 27, 2012

Reprinted from World Cinema Review (March 2012) and Reading Films: My International Cinema (Los Angeles: Green Integer, 2012).     

Yasujirō Ozu | 東京物 (Tōkyō Monogatari) (Tokyo Story) / 1953

 

the disappointment

by Douglas Messerli

 

Kōgo Noda and Yasujirō Ozu (screenplay), Yasujirō Ozu (director) 東京物 (Tōkyō Monogatari) (Tokyo Story) / 1953

 

The elderly couple with whom this film begins, Shukichi and Tomi Hirayama (Chishu Ryu and Chieko Higashiyama), certainly do not seem to be expecting too much as they prepare for a journey to Tokyo to visit their two children and daughter-in-law, catching a glimpse in Osaka, along the way, of yet another son. Like many old couples, they sit packing their bags, gently scolding one another and occasionally arguing about a missing object. A neighbor stops by, wishing them a good trip. Their children, we are told, have turned out well, particularly in the post-war period—with one, Koichi (So Yamamura) becoming a pediatrician with two sons, and a daughter, Shige (Haruko Sugimara) running a hairdressing salon. A second son in Tokyo has died during the war, leaving his wife, Noriko (Setsuko Hara) living in poverty; she works as an assistant in a trading company.


      The voyage is a long one, a trip the elderly parents have never made, but they seem in good spirits and look forward to encountering the children in the big and slightly frightening city.

      Even before they arrive at Koichi’s home we sense some tensions: as Koichi’s wife, Fumiko (Kuniko Miyake), busily cleans up, her elder son, Minoru, is irritated with her having moved his desk. He needs a place to study, he insists, to which she scoffs, “you never study.” When the grandparents do arrive, both the boy and his younger brother almost ignore them, accepting none of their loving attentions.

      The other members of the family gather at Koichi’s and Fumiko’s, each bringing small gifts (crackers, tea) but the dinner is a simple one. Noriko arrives from work a bit late, ready to help out in the kitchen, but her offers are dismissed by Fumiko and Shige, and it is clear that neither of the women is particularly fond of her.


       Both Shige and Noriko are made to feel, at dinner’s end, that they may have stayed too long, as they hurry home, leaving the older couple, despite their not feeling that tired, to retire to bed. Their bedtime conversation reveals their amazement that their doctor son lives in such an isolated and suburban location. He is clearly not as successful as they had thought him to be.

     The next day, Sunday, the entire family is scheduled to take a tour of downtown Tokyo, but a visit from the father of one of Koichi’s patients, reporting that his child’s fever remains high, forces Koichi to cancel the trip. His wife, she declares, is also busy and unable to take them around the city. The children, particularly the elder one, are stubbornly angry at their father’s cancellation of their outing, with Minoru refusing even to take a walk with his grandmother. It is apparent that part of Minoru’s rude and disobedient behavior has to do with father’s continued absences. This is quite obviously not the only outing that has been terminated.

      In short, nothing much dramatically happens in these early scenes. In fact, one might argue, hardly anything happens. But in the subtle gestures and flow of events, Ozu is telling us something far more profound. When the elderly parents change venue, staying with Shige and her husband, these issues become more evident. If Koichi has been polite but preoccupied, Shige is clearly selfish and penurious, scolding her companion for bringing home “expensive” cakes for her parents; crackers are “good enough” for them. Shige has even less time to entertain her parents than Koichi. Perhaps they will attend a theater performance that evening, she proclaims, but nothing comes of it, and the couple is stranded in the Kaneko home. Refusing to do anything for her parents, Shige calls Noriko, suggesting her sister-in-law take a day off from her job to tour them through the city.


     Unlike the blood relatives of Shukichi and Tomi, Noriko is absolutely pleased to be able to tour the couple, ending the day in her simple, one-room apartment, where she serves up a full meal along with borrowed sake. Clearly she cares for the couple, who are also pleased for the existence of a displayed photograph of their long-dead son.

     Koichi and Shige, meanwhile, conspire to send the parents out of town, the two sharing the costs in order that their parents may stay at a hot spring spa at Atami, while they go on with their daily lives. Despite the parents’ hopes to spend time with their family in Tokyo, they are suddenly being sent away to live in an isolation similar to what they have been living since their family has grown up.


     Although the views from the spa are quite lovely, the hotel where they are staying has a busy night life with young people loudly partying, allowing the couple little sleep. The hotel halls are filled with flirting women and men, beer bottles strewn throughout. Outside one door stand only the couple’s empty shoes, making clear just how alienated they are from the world in which they have discovered themselves. The next morning, in self-reflexive acceptance of the facts, they determine to return to Tokyo in order to travel back to their distant house. As they rise from the seawall upon which they are seated, the stolid Tomi momentarily feels dizzy and cannot stand: Ozu’s subtle indication not only that she may not be well, but that the inattentive responses of her children have had their effect!

     If until this moment Tokyo Story has been an extremely polite, even conventional satire of shifting family relationships, it now becomes a tale of disappointment and pained resignation that the children they have raised have grown up without qualities with which they had hoped to have instilled in them. While many Japanese works play out generational conflicts—most of them centered on values of the past as opposed to the present—Ozu’s work brilliantly escapes such simple dichotomies, making it clear that it is not just generational changes at work here, but failures in personality. Shige, shocked by the couple’s return, scolds them for not staying at the spa, lying even (although Ozu, once again, goes out of his way not to not confirm the obvious) in telling them that she is hosting a gathering of beauticians in her house and has no longer any room for them.

     Like proud vagabonds, now suddenly homeless, Tomi determines to stay the night with the loving Noriko, while Shukichi visits the home of an old friend from his hometown, hoping to be invited in for the night. His friends would gladly have him, but rent out their spare room. His friend Hattori (Hisao Toake), meeting up with another old friend, invites Shukichi to a local bar, where the three proceed to get terribly drunk. In that drunken state, Hattori berates his son, while the other mourns his children’s death in war; and for a few moments, Shukichi seems in agreement with them before turning on the other two to declare that perhaps they are all “expecting too much,” that life in the giant city is economically difficult and allows the citizens little time for anything or anyone else. The police ultimately return Shukichi back to Shige’s house. Her anger far out-weighs any concern for her father’s condition or health.

     At Noriko’s, on the other hand, Tomi is served a good meal and is given money (despite Noriko’s poverty) for their travels. The elderly woman is overwhelmed and similarly is joyful to be sleeping in the very bed where her son slept, and in appreciation—and clearly with bitterness for her other childrens’ treatment—quietly cries herself to sleep. Noriko’s kindness proves, if nothing else, the lie of Shukichi’s explanation of events; if anything, things are far more difficult for Noriko than for the two siblings.

     So the couple return home. But the rest of the family soon hears that at Osaka, meeting their son Keizo (Shiro Osaka), Tomi has become sick and has had to spend a couple of days there before proceeding. Soon after, Koichi and Shige receive telegrams reporting that their mother is seriously ill, and they begrudgingly prepare to travel to the home where they have never returned. When notified, Noriko joins the trek to her husband’s childhood home.


     Tomi dies within the night, cared for by Kyoko—the couple’s unmarried, school-teacher daughter who has remained in the small city to care for them—and by Noriko. Keizo arrives too late. At the dinner after the funeral ceremony, Shige demands from Kyoko one of her mother’s kimonos, as she, Koichi, and Keizo all plan their hurried returns to Toyko and Osaka. Only Noriko remains for a few days, caring, once more, for her father-in-law and helping Kyoko. While the parents have said very little in open condemnation of the selfish children, the quiet Kyoko, once they have left, speaks out to Noriko of their despicable behavior. Noriko responds far too kindly, insisting that everyone has their own life to lead, resulting predictably in a separation between parents and their children. But again, her own selflessness reveals the lie to her niceties; and when Kyoko, who has spoken hardly any words in the entire film, declares life to be “disappointing,” even the gentle Noriko can only agree.

      Recognizing Noriko’s kindnesses to both him and his wife, the now widowed Shukichi encourages his daughter-in-law, as Tomi has formerly done, to forget his son and remarry. In appreciation for her love, he awards her Tomi’s old-fashioned watch, a gift which links her to the elderly couple’s past while simultaneously freeing her for a new future, permitting her to move forward in time.

      As critics have noted, however, even here Ozu does not simplify his narrative as he might have if he ended merely with Noriko traveling back to Tokyo to face her own future, but, rather, pulls his camera back into the bay outside Shukichi’s window where we see a ferry, as in the very first scene, shuttling back and forth. His life will be a lonely one, as he tells his nosey neighbor, “Living alone like this, the days will get very long.” But Ozu demonstrates, as well, that life will go on; things predictably continue.

      What began as a subtle satire on generational changes, accordingly, ends, in Ozu’s stunning vision, with a statement of both tragic resignation (for Shukichi) and transformative resilience (for Noriko and Kyoko). The others are now free to lead their very ordinary lives. 

 

Los Angeles, January 10, 2013 | Reprinted from World Cinema Review (January 2013) and Reading Films: My International Cinema (Los Angeles: Green Integer, 2012).

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