German director Wim Wenders travels to Japan to explore the world of one his “masters” in cinema, Japanese celebrated film director Yasujirô Ozu. Sequences of Wenders’ view of Japan alternates with encounters and interviews with crew and cast-members of Ozu’s films.
Werner Herzog and Chris Marker comment on the many ways to see Ozu’s work. Wenders visits Ozu’s tomb, meets the great actor Chishu Ryu and cinematographer Yuharu Atsuta. His “pilgrimage” becomes a diary of a visit to Tokyo “without Ozu”, and a commen full of melancholy and nostalgia upon Japan’s fate since Ozu’s time. He says: “I speak to you of the most beautiful films of the world. I speak of what I consider to be a Lost Paradise of cinema.”
Born in Dusseldorf just after the end of World War II, German film director Wim Wenders grew up with an insatiable appetite for American movies. Not all that interested in big-budget products, he, instead, developed a fascination with B-movies, notably melodramas and Westerns. After studying Medicine and Philosophy in his native country, Wenders took up art in Paris (a mecca for viewing American films), and then returned to his homeland to attend Munich’s Academy of Film and Television. Like many of his French movie-fan brethren, Wenders began his career writing film criticism before directing a few short subjects of his own, and, in 1970, he and several other young filmmakers formed a production-distribution firm, Filmverlag Der Autoren. Summer in the City (1970) was Wenders’ first feature film, but it was his 1973 adaptation of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter that first brought him attention outside of Germany. The film included many accomplishments, most notably coaxing… read more
Wenders’ travelogue-cum-elegy is a strange cat: at one end insightful, moving and beautiful, while at the other simply coming off as charlatan, pseudo-philosophical pandering; the pretentious lines of thought in its essay inducing both insincerity in itself, and veiled tedium within myself. In the end, worth a glimpse, but certainly not as rich or lasting a tribute to Ozu’s legacy and heritage as those done by Hou Hsiao-Hsien or Claire Denis since.
I felt warm air breathing out of the screen onto my face...one of the best homages to a director I've ever seen. And the Herzog words are always funny and insightful...love seeing him speaking German for once...I always felt like if you turn on a film camera anywhere in Japan a film will get shot regardless of you trying. Maybe it's stupid, but that country just has a special landscape I don't know...cameras <3 Japan
A salutory warning for any film fan who goes 'in search of ...' Still, the bit with Ozu's cameraman is very moving - Ozu really inspired devotion. Also, I was wondering as I looked at the elderly Chishu Ryu who he reminded me of ... until I realised he reminded me of the younger Ryu.
Wonderful personal essay from Wenders, and portrait of Japan in the mid eighties. The interview with Ozu's cinematographer Yuharu Atsuta is very moving. Great documentary camerawork by Ed Lachman throughout.
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