Yasujirō Ozu

“Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Few directors are so instantly recognisable across the span of their careers, in this case just over thirty. Whose style of composition and editing develop so uniformily that films begin merging into one another and upon remembrance, we confuse roles or scenes from different films. An aesthetic favoring ellipsis and elision of traditional drama, still lifes of empty space or objects serving as bridges...