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Friday, 19 April 2024

Boys don’t cry… Two Films by Yasujirố Ozu, BFI Blu-ray Out Now


The BFI release two newly restored films, presented on Blu-ray, I Was Born, But… (1932) and a longer, previously unreleased version of There Was a Father (1942). An Adult's Picture Book View — I Was Born, But... to give its full title was Ozu’s 25th film and he had 30 more years of filmmaking to go but, already, he was an absolute master of the form with so much gorgeous technique and a way with actors of all ages that brought out such warmth and humour.

 

I Was Born, But… (1932)

This film is a journey of discovery for two young brothers and yet they teach the adults as much as they learn. Tomio Aoki and Hideo Sugawara are two fine actors and are clearly well-directed in delivering relaxed and believable performances with Ozu’s camera and eye pulled down to their level, we well remember school days like these. Ozu was a master of the family dynamic and here, as in his later works, you see a fully rounded unit built on love, disappointment and stretched by social obligations. In some ways, it’s a slight story but told with almost novelistic attention to detail – it feels so rich.


Sugawara and Aoki play Ryoichi and Keiji (the youngest although he was actually slightly older), the two sons of a businessman, Kennosuke Yoshi (Tatsuo Saitō) and his wife, Haha (Mitsuko Yoshikawa) who have moved to the Tokyo suburbs – an area with improved education and where they will be closer to his boss Iwasaki (Takeshi Sakamoto); such are the obligations of working life.


Hideo Sugawara and Tomio Aoki

Almost immediately the boys encounter difficulties with the local children who take against them in the way children do. The biggest boy pushes Keiji down and he runs to get Ryoichi to stand up for him. Sheer weight of numbers plays against them but, as the Yoshi’s escape, the boys promise to get their full revenge in school. One of the smaller members of the gang is played by Masao Hayama who is now 98 and hopefully still up to no good!


The next day their courage fails them as they sight of the gang at school leads the boys to play truant and forge their schoolwork. The plan almost works until their teacher tells their father who, on hearing their reasons for avoiding school tells them to ignore the bullies. But, as every child knows, this tactic rarely works and so it proves. But the boys are made of stern stuff and after fighting back and being helped by an older delivery boy called Kozou (Shoichi Kofujita) the biggest boy is despatched. Kozou won’t do anything about Taro (Seiichi Kato) the son of their father’s boss and also a very good customer of Kozou’s company.


Lads...

The playground hierarchies are, as we grow to learn, not that dissimilar to adult ones and the boys become alarmed to see their father – seemingly – playing the fool to win favour with his manager, Iwasaki when they go along with Taro to watch cinefilm at his house.


Disgusted they both confront their father and ask why he must be subservient – he’s my director and he pays me… says the father and the boys say he should refuse to accept the pay and pay his director… Not one I’ve tried I’ll admit but, as the two come to terms with the sacrifices their dad must make they realise that compromise and ambition aren’t necessarily incompatible. By the same token Kennosuke accepts he must keep his eye on his own goals…


Not a lot happens but a lot happens… it’s an Ozu classic!

 

 

There Was a Father (1942)


I told them it was dangerous, but if I’d been sterner and firmer, I could’ve stopped them…


As Adrian Martin explains in his detailed commentary, this film existed in two forms until its recent restoration: one made at the height of the Second World War with references to that conflict and a propagandist brief and another recut to remove these elements after the American occupation post-war. The film has now been restored to its original form and we can see for ourselves how skilfully Ozu dealt with issues of loss and responsibility even within the constraints of the Imperial regime.


Family being always such a strong concern for the director, even in these circumstances he was exploring the issue of honour and duty as well as when and how one should express emotion as Martin says; when you are able to surrender to sadness and cry. There is also the question of duty and whatever the circumstances, continuing to work and to continue to contribute to the state no matter the impacts on personal status and advancement.


Chishū Ryū

The film begins with the death of a student in a boating accident and the teacher in charge, Shuhei (Chishū Ryū, who famously appeared in 52 of Ozu’s 54 films) takes responsibility even though no one, not even the young boy’s parents blame him. He feels that he has no other honourable course than to resign and to find another way of contributing to society and looking after his son, Ryohei (Haruhiko Tsuda) making sure he gets the best education.


There are some beautiful settings as you’d expect from Ozu and none more so than when father and son are fishing, moving their lines in unison in a wide, low-running river. Shuhei is talking to his son about his exams and then discussing his move to the middle school where he will have to board. The realisation makes Ryohei pause and the last cast is made by his father alone, such a powerful way of showing the first beginnings of the inevitable separation of the two. “Rhyming between one of them and another…” as Martin describes it.


Shuhei goes to Tokyo to work in as a clerk in an office, leaving Ryohei behind to his schooling. The film jumps forward a few years to his meeting with old friend and former boss at his old headmaster, now retired, Makoto Hirata (Takeshi Sakamoto). The two socialise at Hirata’s house meeting his 21-year-old daughter Fumi (Mitsuko Mito) and her bratty younger brother. Ryohei is now 25 (and played by Shūji Sano), graduated from university and teaching at a technical school… one cycle is complete.



Father and son live apart and as elsewhere in Ozu, loneliness and obligation are an eternal tension within families. As in I Was Born But… trains also play a part, here reminding Ryohei’s students of their potential journeys home just as in the former film, trains come between characters as signifiers of a divided future.


Whatever or wherever, treat your job like it’s your calling… with no complaints. Everyone has a role to fulfil. Abide by it.


Ryohei comes to visit and the two enjoy a spa bath before a hearty meal, a few too many drinks and a cigarette… relishing each other’s company. They both want to live closer together but Shuhei says that work is your duty and must not be sacrificed, his son must not complain and must abide. Trials and tenacity bring true happiness. The two go fishing again and the same coordination is seen between the two, their understanding running deep.


The final third of the film concerns a school reunion as former pupils now based in Tokyo, arrange to meet with Shuhei and Hirata, and introduced wonderfully by a shot of dozens of hats, all discarded in the cloakroom for the event. Here will be a chance to look back but also resolve future directions.


Chishū Ryū and Shūji Sano

The film critic Noel Burch describes Ozu’s downplaying of melodrama as “de-dramatisation” (in his book To the Distant Observer: Towards a Theory of Japanese Film (1975)) and also describes There Was a Father as “a film of excruciating sublimation…” A great deal of what happens takes place off-screen, the death of the child, Ryohei’s time in university they are not the centre of the personal drama that must play out at its own pace.


There is a mournful beauty in Ozu’s method and whilst this is not at the same level as his finest work it still packs a punch and, along with the older film, makes this new set essential viewing for admirers of his work and cinema at its purest!

 

Special features

  • Newly restored and presented in High Definition
  • Newly recorded audio commentaries on both films by writer and film critic Adrian Martin
  • First pressing only an essential Illustrated booklet with essays by Bryony Dixon and Tony Rayns, and by Ed Hughes who composed a new score for I Was Born, But…, credits

 

It Was Released, But…


This collection is, of course, a must for any fan of Ozu and silent film in general and that limited edition booklet provides every incentive for you to head straight to the BFI shop off* or online and grab your copy as soon as you can right here.


* It’s released on 22nd April 2024.




Friday, 4 May 2018

The family that plays together… Tokyo Chorus (1931), with Cyrus Gabrysch, Kennington Bioscope


1931 and this is already Yasujirō Ozu’s 22nd film and one which, stylistically, isn’t a million miles away from his later work. This is deceptively simple story telling but it is so deliciously subtle. A father returns home from being sacked and has bought his son a scooter rather than the bike he promised, the boy is angry and the two fight with the father smacking the seven-year old in frustration. The mother arrives back and asks her husband to apologise, he shows her the letter… immediately she understands and the children, having glanced at the note turn it into a paper plane and start playing catch. The father decides to buy the boy his bike even though they are facing tough financial straits…

Everyone in this scene has a narrative line, even their baby and the boy’s sister… Ozu is showing the family and all of its parts reacting to the bad news about the job and the bike. It’s not over-dramatized and there’s no “heroic” focus on the man; even though he’s the provider, it’s a family problem and husband and wife will face this together.


This is why Ozu is such a compelling film-maker, even in his silent period when he was still experimenting with style. He lingers on interiors as he will in later films and occasionally cuts away to a brief shot of sunflowers or a washing line… both adding extra impact to the events and emotions in side. The first time I saw Ozu I felt I was viewing a strikingly-foreign culture but now I see more universal themes and some of the best acting you’ll find whether it’s the indefatigable Hideo Sugawara (who was indeed seven) to the middle-aged Tatsuo Saitō.

The central couple are played by Tokihiko Okada as Shinji Okajima and Emiko Yagumo as his wife Sugako. Okada has a comic touch and is Harold Lloyd-handsome able to gain our sympathy as the slightly devil-may-care insurance clerk who argues with his boss against an elder colleague’s dismissal. Emiko Yagumo has a kind, patient face and carries her character’s emotional responses carefully, showing them in devastating slow-release.

The film begins with a group of youths in the exercise yard with their sports teacher, Ōmura Sensei (Tatsuo Saitō) who is exasperated with one out of step student… Shinji who is late and has forgotten his underclothes. Cut forward a few years and Shinj is working as an insurance clerk and promising his son a bike on the basis of his annual bonus.

Battle of the fans
Ozu plays the humour so much we aren’t braced for the dramatic turn-about as Shinji, handsome bonus in pocket, tries to stand up for his older colleague Yamada (Takeshi Sakamoto) who has been sacked on some jumped up pretence. Even his confrontation with the company President (Reikō Tani) is semi-comic as he steals the latter’s fan to make his point only for his boss to pull out another to retaliate.

But there are serious consequences beyond just his failure to buy a bike… the family are about to suffer tough times as jobs are as scarce in Great Depression Japan as anywhere else and as their daughter Miyoko (Hideko Takamine) falls ill, they have to sell Sugako’s kimonos to pay for her care.

In themes reminiscent of The Crowd, the film deals with gradually eroding hope and self-esteem as Shinji has to do anything he can to earn money no matter how humiliating. Throughout we see the family unit hold strong despite petulance from their son (the remarkable Hideo Sugawara who was also to feature in I Was Born But… (1932)) whose spirit will no doubt hold him in good stead…

Facing up together
Cyrus Gabrysch accompanied matching the deceptive, controlled movements of Ozu’s story with figures of his own; period-appropriate arpeggios that carried wistful force and fast-fingered phrasing that echoed the detail in every frame. Those moments when the characters are seemingly still are the ones with the most happening: Shinji and Sugako looking downwards, both in profile as the weight of responsibility for the happiness and survival of their family bears down. It was all captured in Cyrus’ themes too.

The Bioscope is known for it’s excellent accompanists and we also had Meg Morley playing alongside two unusual late period films whilst John Sweeney saddled up alongside Texas Guinan…

Texas was the real thing (or is that “thang!”) a ranch gal (there I go again) from Waco, who could ride and shoot as good as any man on her father’s farm. Michelle Facey’s gone to the heart of Texas and in her introduction revealed how Guinan toured as an itinerant rodeo performer before the stage (not that one…) called. She featured in vaudeville were her pep and knack for self-promotion stood her in good stead: she once claimed to have accidentally shot herself in the side, but the show still went on, it being just a flesh wound an all. She was still a chorus girl in 1917 and as she road a horse down the runway in the theatre she was talent spotted by a movie man.


She had made dozens of short films by the time of The Girl of the Rancho (1919) a tale of thwarted cross-cultural romance in which a Mexican bandit kidnaps Guinan’s young sister to try and blackmail her into loving him. This amorous motivation was excised from most versions of the film and the emphasis was on the abduction which seems to happen for almost no reason. It’s a rip-roaring tale with lots of action: Texas fights, she shoots, she rides and she outwits all around her.

Mr Sweeney formed a piano-posse of his own and galloped along with thunderous intent.

Time for some poetry? Youth, Beside the Lonely Sea (c. 1924-25) was based on the poem, originally entitled Voices and Visions (1893) written by American writer Thomas Bailey Aldrich. It was a dreamy, bitter-sweet ode to old regrets and a call to never lose youthful wonder in the World… part of the reason we all come to the Cinema Museum. It made startling use of a triptych – before even Mr Gance – with a young soul growing old and almost losing touch with his fairies.


Things got even more surreal with painter Boris Deutsch’s only film, Lullaby (1929) which, whilst it focused on the harsh peasant life in Russia also delivered nightmarish visions to torment a young woman charged with minding the baby for her careless elders. If Lotte Eisner had seen this she might have revised her fixed limit to expressionist films. It’s lovely stuff and all illuminated with spritely precision by the deft touch of Meg Morley on keyboards.

Sweet dreams? Lullaby
Tonight was so engaging that it – almost – made me forget that Liverpool FC were playing Roma in the semi-final of the Champions League: we won 7-6! Cinema Museum: You’ll Never Walk Alone.

PS Some more of that Ozu magic...
 
Others are being called to work
The outside world intrudes
The family that plays together, stays together.

Tuesday, 27 June 2017

Talking the walk… I Was Born, But... (1932) with Katsudo-Benshi Hideyuki Yamashiro and Mie Yanashita, Barbican


Many silent films have placed adult actors as children and the results have been occasionally juvenile yet here we have a film featuring children as children who teach the adults as much as they learn.

Tomio Aoki and Hideo Sugawara are two fine actors and are clearly well-directed in delivering relaxed and believable performances. Director Yasujirō Ozu was a master of the family dynamic and here, as in his later works, you see a fully-rounded unit built on love, disappointment and stretched by social obligations. In some ways, it’s a slight story but told with almost novelistic attention to detail – it feels so rich.

An Adult's Picture Book View — I Was Born, But... to give its full title and then in Japanese - 大人の見る絵本 生れてはみたけれど -  was Ozu’s 25th film and he had 30 more years of film-making to go.

Tomio Aoki
Sugawara and Aoki play Ryoichi (the eldest, 8 at the time and 93 now!) and Keiji (the youngest although he was actually slightly older), the two sons of a business man, Kennosuke Yoshi (Tatsuo Saitō) and his wife, Haha (Mitsuko Yoshikawa) who have moved to the Tokyo suburbs – an area with improved education and where they will be closer to his boss Iwasaki (Takeshi Sakamoto); such are the obligations of working life.

Almost immediately the boys encounter difficulties with the local children who take against them in the way children do. The biggest boy pushes Keiji down and he runs to get Ryoichi to stand up for him. Sheer weight of numbers plays against them but, as the Yoshi’s escape, the boys promise to get their full revenge in school.

Ozu manages to catch a poignancy even among the ealy morning washing...
The next day their courage fails them as they sight of the gang at school leads the boys to play truant and forge their school work. The plan almost works until their teacher tells their father who, on hearing their reasons for avoiding school tells them to ignore the bullies. But, as every child knows, this tactic rarely works and so it proves.

But the boys are made of stern stuff and after fighting back and being helped by an older delivery boy called Kozou (Shoichi Kofujita) the biggest boy is despatched. Kozou won’t do anything about Taro (Seiichi Kato) the son of their father’s boss and also a very good customer of Kozou’s company.

The playground hierarchies are, as we grow to learn, not that dissimilar to adult ones and the boys become alarmed to see their father – seemingly – playing the fool to win favour with his manager, Iwasaki when they go along with Taro to watch cine-film at his house.

Hideo Sugawara who is now 93
Disgusted they both confront their father and ask why he must be subservient – he’s my Director and he pays me… says the father and the boys say he should refuse to accept the pay and pay his director… Not one I’ve tried I’ll admit but, as the two come to terms with the sacrifices their dad must make they realise that compromise and ambition aren’t necessarily incompatible. By the same token Kennosuke accepts he must keep his eye on his own goals…

Not a lot happens but a lot happens…

The Gang
Today’s screening was special for a variety of reasons and featured a precious 35mm print flown in from the National Film Centre in Tokyo. But it wasn’t alone in making the trip as Katsudo-Benshi Hideyuki Yamashiro and acclaimed silent film pianist Mie Yanashita had also made the long haul. Yanashita I was fascinated to hear as accompaniment styles vary by film culture whilst all the while embracing the same humanity on show. She opened with some glorious themes and then got stuck into the humour with practiced ease: this is what I love about Ozu, his ability to cover emotional range with deceptive ease and Mie was more than up to the task.

Family debate
Of course, she also had to accompany Yamashiro’s verbal accompaniment and that’s a skill in its own right. I’d never seen Benshi before and for the uninitiated, it’s more than just the reading out of inter-titles. Yamashiro acted out the scenes in between the dialogue, adding words where he could lip read them and tonally-appropriate narration. It was all in Japanese of course but between the mime, the piano and the emotional accenting we got the joke even if the Japanese speakers in the audience were there just that bit quicker!

It’s a remarkable combination and all I can say is that life would be a lot more interesting if we all had a personal Benshi with us on a daily basis.

The screening was part of the Barbican’s series The Japanese House: Architecture and Life After 1945, showing life before in this case and was sponsored by the Japanese Film Foundation, NFC Tokyo and Shindofuji Ireland.


The film is available on Blu-ray/DVD along with Good Morning, Ozu’s 1959 re-make. You can buy it from the BFI shop here at a very reasonable price!

Personal post-script: It was Yasujirō Ozu who got me interested in watching film again. Many years after the joyful complications of fatherhood began, I was walking along the Southbank enjoying some "us time" with Mrs IThankYou when, on impulse, we watched Late Autumn at the BFI. I’d never seen or heard of Ozu before but this was an energising enlightenment; a true holiday for the mind and a work so powerful in its strange simplicity and familiarity.

And one thing leads to another because, you just have to explore and find out more…