Kenneth R. Morefield has just turned in a review of his favorite film of the Toronto International Film Festival.
So it’s now very near the top of my must-see list for now…
I was worried when I heard Hirokazu Kore-eda introduce Still Walking.
When Kore-eda said that the film had been prompted in large part in response to the passing of his mother and that it was his favorite and most personal film, I braced myself for a Japanese version of When Was the Last Time You Saw Your Father? I was half expecting a sentimental romp through the grief process that idealized the dead. What unfolded instead over the next two hours was one of the most precise and true depictions of a parent/adult child relationship that I’ve seen on film. Still Walking is a rich, generous, and moving portrait of human relations. It is simultaneously very specific about its cultural setting and universal in its themes. It is two hours spent with a true master of world cinema (Koreeda is crediting with both writing and directing) at the height — and in complete control — of his craft.
One of the things that makes Still Walking so effective is its honesty. While the filmmaker is on the other side of the death of his parent, his surrogate in the film, Ryota (Hiroshi Abe in a performance so self-effacing you don’t realize until days later how splendid it is), is not. The director refuses to foreground the knowledge his characters don’t have in a grab for (relatively) cheap sentiment. Instead, he does something riskier but ultimately more effective. He lets the parents be flawed human beings.
Ryota sees the way his father is aloof and contemptuous (he is disappointed in his son’s lack of professional success); there is an implication (if I read the film correctly) that he cheated on Ryota’s mother. Ryota’s brother drowned when he was an adolescent, and Ryota can neither live up to his parents’ idealized conception of what his brother was (or would become) nor understand their hardened, bitter cruelty towards the (now) man who was saved in the same incident and comes annually to the Yokoyama house to acknowledge his debt. Ryota’s wife complains that the parents do not treat her child (his step-son and their grandson) as a true family member, and she is right.
Yet for all that, the film is also not merely an indictment of the parents. Kore-eda said in his question and answer session that the tone of the film was in large part a response to watching his terminally ill mother in the hospital and his frustrations at the way she could be curt and petty with her visitors and caregivers. In retrospect, he shared, those moments of pettiness became cherished — perhaps because they were the only moments he had. Just about any married couple from any culture will laugh with recognition at the scene in which Ryota and his wife ride away from his parents, already beginning to plan how they can postpone or put off the next visit, cross-cut with the parents discussing how they can get the couple to stay longer next time.
One problem with parent-child relations, as the film aptly illustrates, is that most relationships tend to stagnate absent regular, routine interactions. Ryota complains early in the film that his father thinks he still follows baseball. It is one of those universally identifiable moments expressing the exasperation the young (or middle aged) feel when those who do not share their lives on a daily basis insist on relating to the person they once were rather than the person they are now. Yet when Ryota learns that his father now follows soccer, his own realization that he is not abreast of the changes in their lives cannot foster the sort of curiosity or desire necessary to discover the person his father now is. Instead, we get the perfunctory plans and promises that they should attend a game together — a plan both know is more rhetorical than real.
I realize in looking back over what I’ve written that I make the film sound like more of a melodrama than it really is. One thing that saves the film from being too melodramatic is its concentration. Kore-eda said that his writing strategy was to start with household objects and to imagine the conversations and stories that unfolded around them. As a result of this strategy, the narrative never seems rushed and particular scenes aren’t foregrounds or hurried over in proportion to their relationship to a primary narrative thread. Another result is that even though the running time is under two hours, it feels as full and as detailed as Yi-Yi (which was approximately an hour longer). Each character has his or her moment in the center, but this never feels forced or intentional. The detail comes from the fact that we are invited to attend closely to each moment rather than the fact that we are given a glut of moments to attend to.
When I was discussing the festival with a colleague in Toronto, he asked me if I thought Still Walking could get American distribution and achieve the sort of mainstream, commercial success that comes the way of maybe one or two foreign-language films a year. It was an interesting question. On the one hand, Americans love family dramas, and, thematically at least, Still Walking is a bit more accessible than some of Kore-eda’s other work. On the other hand, earlier in the week I had just observed a theater full of (mostly) North Americans chastise Clare Denis with a litany of petulant “but nothing happened!” complaints about her film.
So let me put a proposition to you. Go to Netflix and put Kore-eda’s 1995 masterpiece Maborosi at the top of your queue. If you think it is an exquisite study of the human soul, full of grand insights about love, loss, grief, healing, and the pains and joys of living as finite creatures in an infinite universe, then I trust you’ll find Still Walking one of the most rewarding viewing experiences of the year. If you think it’s a bit slow and aren’t particularly moved by the natural-light cinematography… well, you could always go see The Dark Knight for the fourth time (assuming you can still find it playing at one of the local multiplexes).
My Grade: A
Kenneth R. Morefield is an Assistant Professor of English at Campbell University in Buies Creek, North Carolina.
Mr. Morefield, I’m a “he” (vj stands for Victor John).
I don’t think I deserve any great credit for not dismissing Kore-eda because of MABOROSI … I already knew upon its boring me to tears what he was capable of from AFTER LIFE. I chalked it up to experience and looked forward to his next film. Even the greatest film-makers sometimes whiff (a point on which I had a curious disagreement with a fellow Christian critic at Toronto). Haneke made FUNNY GAMES USA; Bergman made ALL THESE WOMEN; Hitchcock made THE PARADINE CASE; Lubitsch made THE MAN I KILLED; Rohmer made TALE OF SUMMER; Sturges made HAROLD DIDDLEBOCK; Scorsese made THE AVIATOR.
Actually … my VERY favorite Kore-eda is NOBODY KNOWS (see the review “Best of the Fest” here … you have to scroll over because the type has reverted to white in Web Archive).
P.S. And how bittersweet that we are discussing Koreeda’s latest on the day that the news broke of Jun Ichikawa’s passing. Is it possible that Tony Takitani is the only one of his films available at Netflix?
P.P.S. I see from vj’s own review that he prefers After Life, which is not only available on Netflix but has the “Watch It Now” option attached to it. So anyone who wants to substitute that for the third viewing of The Dark Knight has my blessing.
Yeah…the word “implication” was meant to convey a degree of tentativeness on my part that I had interpreted/understood that thread correctly rather than an implication that the film was intentionally ambiguous on that point. Correction (or confirmation) appreciated.
I thought I conceded (though perhaps not clearly) in the penultimate paragraph that there were any number of reasons why someone might like Still Walking more or less than some other film, and while I’m sad to hear of anyone who didn’t like Maborosi, I’m happy to hear that he/she gave Still Walking a chance and found it more to his or her taste. I have a hard time fathoming the viewer who likes one and not the other (different though they may be), but, then, I have a hard time fathoming the viewer who wouldn’t like either one (or want to see The Dark Knight twice).
That said, there’s wine and there’s wine, and some wines are very different. And then there’s beer drinkers.
So, I’ll happily modify my suggestion–Todd, go put Maborosi at the top of your queue. If you don’t like it, go see Still Walking anyway.
there is an implication (if I read the film correctly) that he cheated on Ryota‚Äôs mother.
It’s more than an implication. There’s a whole mini-thread surrounding the song “Yokohama” (to which I allude vaguely here), which Ryota’s mother says she bought upon seeing him with another woman while that song was playing.
And Truffin (and Mr. Morefield, I guess), I wouldn’t put MABOROSI at the top of my Netflix queue, at least on the basis of this film. One may or may not like MABOROSI, of course, but even though STILL WALKING is by the same film-maker, it’s too different in style from MABOROSI to be much of a gauge. I have first-person knowledge of at least one North American who thinks MABOROSI stultifying and airless but thinks STILL WALKING quite excellent. And he’s only seen THE DARK KNIGHT twice.
Ok. Maborsi on top of queue. Check.