Revisiting this, every time, feels like taking a deep breath and living in slow motion for one hundred and thirty-six minutes. Even when attempting to study the film I can't help but become sucked into being an audience member again. How you do me Ozu, oh how you do me.
Unsentimental, yet hugely universal and affecting. Finds great meaning in the mundane and seemingly inconsequential.
A portrait about how family relations broke through time. Yasujiro Ozu made a singular and serene picture about solitude, love and death.
Tokyo Story is seen as Ozu's crowning achievement, perhaps because it gives an easy narrative handle to viewers: it is a film about literal loss and death, rather than the more amorphous subject of familial disentegration covered in many of his other films. To me, I have always felt in my gut that Ozu is the greatest film director of all, but I can never explain why adequately...
Heartbreaking. Incredible. Joyous? Some movies are so "dextrous", so to speak. This is one of them. Ozu is limpid and unwavering in telling this bittersweet story about an elderly Japanese couple visiting their adult children in Tokyo-- he's also utterly compassionate and, probably unlike the viewer, unalarmed by revelation that people grow up, they become selfish, they change, they miss the past. I just loved it.
"Life is disappointing, isn't it?" "Yes, it is." And, dare I say, intermittently boring.
Affecting, gut-wrenching, what have you. Life may be disappointing, but this masterpiece of a film sure wasn't. It definitely solidifies Ozu as my favorite of the big three. Tokyo Story may just be the best film to have ever come out of Japan. Also, I liked it.
I don't think I'll ever be comfortable using the word "masterpiece" again unless I can compare it to this, this monument to the cinematic craft. But by that standard I may never use it again.
What a bliss to watch this movie again, seven years or so after the first time, when I catched it on swedish television. I bought some Ozu-films on Criterion afterwards, but for some strange reason I never went back to this. I liked it as a teenager, but I never dared to rate it here before rewatching it. A marvellous film in every possible way.
A masterpiece, a true cinematic work of art. It looks gorgeous on the big screen and has moved me in ways I cannot articulate at the moment.
An emotionally charged masterpiece that rightfully takes its time unfolding. We aren't forced to accept certain elements of the plot like a lot of films, we do because they're so natural. The perfect film, to me.
This is incredibly close to being a 5/5 for me. It's a very heartbreaking film and I liked how simple expressions on some of the characters faces spoke volumes without saying a single word. I found it weird though how some of the characters smiled at certain points.For example how at end the neighbor tells the old man that 'you WILL be lonely'. That's kind of dark and smile while saying it?Encouragement?Huh?