Maybe the peak of narrative cinema. Sometimes opts for Bressonian economy, other times indulges in, well I can't call it excess, but how do you milk so much emotion from a long take of people slurping noodles? I don't normally like scenes where people break down crying, but Takamine pulls it off multiple times with no diminishing returns. Aside from its obvious aesthetic and emotional richness this hits the sweet spot for me in terms of scope. It's the kind of film that generates responses in me I tend to associate more with reading than watching movies, which might explain the extent of its appeal at a time when I'm doing a lot more of the former. Mortified to have ever compared Naruse to Mankiewicz.
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