That momment when everyone in the theater crying. Even a strong man can't hold his strength and let his emotion flows. A Naomi Kawase film in a super big screen. How could I miss it ? The best film at Japanese film festival. Worth every penny for it. I haven't cried for so long until watching this film.
"Nous sommes nés pour regarder et pour écouter ce monde. Alors, même sans réussir dans la vie, nous... pouvons trouver un sens à notre existence." Tokue aka la formidable actrice Kirin Kiri dans le sublime "Les delices de Tokyo", réalisé par Naomi Kawase. Ou comment la préparation de la pâte de haricots rouges confits nous rappelle à notre humanité. A mijoter patiemment.
Reserved and yet so giving, melacholic but filled with positive end notes; Kawase's film embodied the peacefulness of cherry trees, representing the inevitable cycle of blossoming and decay and death, without the western fatality but with a soft, hopeful, acceptance and a reminder to enjoy youth and life and surroundings through the voice of Tokue.
A sympathetic movie, but if this “old-woman-sharing-wisdoms-of-life”-story was made anywhere but in Japan I most likely wouldn’t have managed to sit through it. Yet there is this type of naivety that works strangely well in Japanese cinema. Perhaps it has to do with the humbleness or modesty that is reflected in their storytelling.