Sunday, 24 June 2012

しあわせのパン - Bread of Happiness 2012 (Mishima Yukiko)


One rainy Friday evening a few weeks ago I set out to see a film called Shiawase No Pan at the local cinema. I went by myself but as it turned out I was not alone in this. The screening room was quiet with only a few sporadically placed, single patrons scattered here and there. This was not the first time I had come across a film with such bad attendance but in Shiawase No Pan or Bread of Happiness’s case, the mood it set in the cinema alone fits in nicely with my own discourse of the piece. Simply put, this is a nice film to watch alone or perhaps with someone you’re particularly close to. There’s a slight sadness to the film that lasts throughout but I did not leave this film feeling depressed or even remotely sad, quite the opposite actually…
            There is a childlike simplicity to this film and everything is tinged with nostalgia of a life that perhaps you, as the viewer may have never experienced although somehow it gives the impression of a memory. There’s a very good chance that this feeling is only true for a small percentage but somehow I doubt that. The elements and stereotypical images of home, whatever home may be, are delicately served to us through the entirety of the storyline. And you feel sated at its end.
            The film tells the story of a restaurant and bakery situated in the heart of the Hokkaido countryside. Owned and run by Rie and Sang, a couple with a mutual love of bread and a desire for happiness, we see the couple live their life from Spring to Winter entertaining a variety of likely characters. The seasons work well as a form of pathetic fallacy to aid the introduction of the separate guests that lodge at Mani Bakery over the course of the film. We start with a young couple who shyly fall in love during their stay, move on to a young girl who misses the attention of her distracted father and finally end with an elderly couple. While the story itself is about the bakery and the gentle couple that lives there; a lot of the attention focuses on the guests that visit, placing Rie and Sang subtly into the background. It is because of this technique that we view each problem, and indeed solution, as the bakery. Our point of view in this film is not from that of a character but rather from the building itself. All the strife and heartache that the film offers; feelings of rejection, abandonment and death we, as the audience, eventually become comfortable with because we have the four walls, the oven and the ever present smell of bread as a foundation.
              Essentially this film is a social commentary but there are no skillful jabs at contemporary Japan here, or at least none with biting intent. It is a view of life or better yet, an advert for life.
Recently, they’ve been showing the same four or five adverts before every film in my cinema for a least a year. I know their order well and I know each by heart. While I don’t usually pay much attention to adverts like this, one has made an impression. It’s an ad for a book shop known as Book-Off in which a woman is sitting in her living room, organizing a pile of old books to be sorted for recycling. The doors are open and we can see the green of the garden and hear the sound of rain as she piles her treasured possessions on the tatami floor. It is clear that we are not being sold a single product here but rather an idea, an idea that is the love of a book, an idea that Book-Off apparently shares.
Now, anyone that’s seen one or two examples of this knows this to be a common and obvious tactic for companies who wish to sell their wares. Reach someone emotionally and they’ll be reaching for their wallets. After watching Shiawase No Pan I couldn’t shake the feeling that this too was an advert for something. Every inch of this film is clean cut, including the characters; all the furniture is new and seemingly freshly assembled and Rie and Sang’s life is ideal. Each character’s singular appreciation of bread only adds to this idea. When bread is served, and it is served often, time slows; we are treated to shots of the crust cracking, steam rising and the sheer satisfaction on every single person’s face.
Perhaps we are always being sold a fantasy or at least a belief; maybe life’s troubles can’t be solved by bread alone although after watching this film it certainly gives you hope. As with all things, there’s a correct a time and a place and if you ever find yourself stuck indoors on a rainy day, possibly sorting books with the green of the garden behind you, watch this film and enjoy the advert of life.

Monday, 18 June 2012

In Kouchi



Before I came to Japan, I worked a couple of jobs in central London. Primarily I was a box office assistant which, although slightly routine, was a lovely job to have. The customers were generally in good moods and the workload was far from difficult. My second job was working part time as a PA. Both of these jobs treated me extremely well and, as an additional bonus, I was in London; and in such a city I had hoped to indulge in a little foreign cinema, to be more precise Japanese Cinema.

While I was at university, I had a brief look at Japanese films and even wrote a couple of basic essays on a few of the more obvious directors. I seem to remember one of these papers attempting to make a fairly spurious connection between Kurosawa and Isao Takahata; which, as it turned out, was just a blatant excuse to watch Yojimbo and Grave of the Fireflies again.
Since then, I’ve done a little reading and, while I was in London, I even managed to track down a number of screenings of some of the rarer films. This was not as easy as I had originally hoped and as it turns out the best place to find the choice films was at the Japanese Embassy itself, just off Green Park. If you’re a fan of Japanese cinema and the journey isn’t too much of a mission then I strongly suggest you look into it. A different film is played once a month and it’s actually screened in the ballroom. I tried to go as often as possible and I was rewarded with some amazing pieces. My favourites being Kon Ichikawa’s The Burmese Harp and Kazou Kuroki’s The Face of Jizo.
While looking into this nation’s film history I was personally struck by a particular genre known as Shoushimin eiga or a home drama film. These films draw attention toward ordinary or common people and mainly focus on the Japanese family unit. There’s a slowness to these pictures but I do not write that to put them down. I can honestly say these are the only films I would ever refer to as beautiful. Of course Ozu Yasujiro’s Tokyo Story and Naruse Mikio’s Late Chrysanthemums come to mind but there are many films of this period out there, if only they weren’t so difficult to track down.

Right now I’m currently living in Japan. In a small city to the south of Shikoku called Kochi. While it’s not a huge town it does grant me plenty if opportunities to see the latest Japanese films as well as some of the classics. Which is definitely something I plan to take advantage of… Stay tuned.