Media watch: Citizens group billed for destruction of memorial it didn’t want removed

Earlier this month, Gunma Prefecture removed a memorial monument in a park in the city of Takasaki. The monument had been erected in 2004 by a local citizens group to commemorate Korean laborers who had been brought to Japan during the Pacific War and died in Gunma Prefecture. In 2014, the prefectural government refused to renew the permit for the monument because it claimed the group had held a “political event,” which violated one of the conditions of the permit. Apparently, someone who attended one of the group’s public memorial ceremonies made a speech that used the phrase “forced mobilization,” meaning that some of the Korean laborers who worked in Gunma during the war did not come of their own free will. The group challenged the prefectural order and in 2022 the Supreme Court ruled in favor of the prefecture on appeal, thus setting the stage for what the governor of Gunma, Ichita Yamamoto, called “administrative subrogation,” an automatic bureaucratic action triggered by a violation of an agreement. According to the Mainichi Shimbun, in response to criticism that removing the monument might “encourage hate speech and historical revisionism,” Yamamoto said the matter was essentially out of his hands.

The irony, of course, is that if using the term “forced mobilization” to describe the situation of some Korean laborers during the war—a situation most historians say existed—is political, then it would follow that removing the monument because somehow those who decide such things deem it to be so is also political. There is no reference to forced mobilization on the monument itself. 

Yamamoto has said that he tried to negotiate with the group to have it moved to a “proposed” different location, but the group said there was no other suitable place, thus suggesting that the site offered by Yamamoto was in an out-of-the-way location, which would negate the entire meaning of a memorial. In any case, the prefecture’s offer of an alternative site would seem to imply that it is only following the subrogation condition and is not banning the monument per se, so why remove it in the first place? It’s obvious that Yamamoto and other parties simply don’t want the monument in the park where visitors might see it. (Reportedly, the spot in the park where the monument stood is off the beaten track) But what mainly scares the prefecture is people of a certain political orientation complaining of the very existence of the monument, whose main stated purpose is to foster friendship with the Korean people; and, as a matter of fact, when work to remove the monument started on January 29, right wing activists showed up to cheer the work and jeer at members of the citizens group and its supporters, who came to mourn the removal. Expecting that right wingers would show up, the prefecture itself mobilized police to make sure there was no violence, so there was another layer of irony underlying the subrogation order. If the condition that the monument have no “political” aspect was included to prevent friction between groups with different attitudes, than the subrogation order was achieving exactly that unwanted outcome.

The prefecture did say the citizens group could take possession of the monument, but while the group did receive the plaque with the friendship inscription, it could do nothing with the concrete and metal monument itself, which is quite large—7.2 meters in diameter with a golden column that’s 4 meters high.

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Review: Next Goal Wins

Of all the genres that beat the “inspired by true events” dead horse, sports movies are probably the most egregious in terms of making shit up. Taika Waititi, whose last film, Jojo Rabbit, even managed to perplex a lot of people about Nazism, approaches this true tale of the hapless American Samoa national soccer team with the notion of sending up the usual zero-to-hero sports movie trajectory, so already there’s going to be a fair amount of contrivance mixed in with the real stuff. But that notion also suggests it’s going to be funny, and as we saw with Jojo Rabbit, Waititi often has a hard time deciding what things are ripe for ridicule and what things are not. Though he trades rather freely in Pacific Islander stereotypes, he balances it with stereotypical white characters and their total lack of empathy toward non-whites, especially when money is involved. 

The soccer league under which Samoa plays wants the team to make an attempt to qualify for the FIFA World Cup 13 years after its most humiliating defeat against Australia by a score of 31-0. The organization doesn’t expect it to qualify, but it would like for Samoa to at least score a goal, which it has never done. None of the members have ever been anything other than weekend soccer players. In a last ditch effort, the league sends them the Dutch-American coach Thomas Rongen (Michael Fassbender), an alcoholic who everyone once believed was a promising star. Since the assignment was engineered by his ex-wife (Elisabeth Moss) and her cynical new boyfriend, the league president (Will Arnett), it’s easy to see why Rongen doesn’t appreciate the posting, and the friction between him and the team is thus played for uncomfortable laughs elicited by parodies of the kind of training montages sports movies incorporate as if by mandate. The sour attitudes of these white folks is compensated by the native optimism of the Samoans, represented foremost by the local federation head, Tavita (Oscar Knightley), who does his best to keep a positive attitude even in the face of Rongen’s booze-fueled abuse. If the setup has a saving grace it’s Jaiyah (Kaimana), a veteran player who, 13 years earlier, was a man and in the meantime has transitioned into a woman (or, as the Samoans see it, a “third gender”). Historically, Jaiyah was the first non-binary player to ever compete in a FIFA match, and Waititi allows the character a lot of leeway to navigate the tricky route they’ve been given to not only be accepted by the team (emotionally and rule-wise), but to help her teammates and their glum coach become better people. 

It’s a bit too much to ask, and in the end Next Goal Wins has to fall back on the cliches that prop up the sports movie genre, which means the athletes overcome their problems to work together toward some kind of triumph. No matter how much Waititi tries to take the piss, he can’t very well subvert the basic appeal of a sports movie, and thus it’s all a bit predictable, and not in a way that makes any meaningful difference.

Now playing in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Nihonbashi (050-6868-5060), Toho Cinemas Hibiya (050-6868-5068), Toho Cinemas Shinjuku (050-6868-5063), Shibuya Cine Quinto (03-3477-5905), Toho Cinemas Roppongi Hills (050-6868-5024).

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Review: Madame Web and The Roundup: No Way Out

Having had no emotional investment in Marvel Comics since I was 10 I have little to say about the Marvel Cinematic Universe that’s critically meaningful, since the whole point of the MCU is stoking established fans’ passions for the various characters and situations it embraces. But approaching this latest attempt to exploit the so-called Spider-verse I found myself at a loss to even understand what the appeal was supposed to be since the story was filled with shaded connections to other points of entry into the Spider-verse that I couldn’t figure out. For instance, the opening scene involves a pregnant entomologist (Kerry Bishé) visiting the jungles of Peru in 1973 to study a rare spider. So far, so good, because it’s obviously going to be about spiders. This sequence is followed by some fast-paced action centered on paramedic Cassie Webb (Dakota Johnson), who we eventually learn was the unborn child in the entomologist’s womb, involved in a treacherous rescue operation when she has a flash of the near future. Of course, the viewer is meant to make the connection that whatever the spider in the Amazon imparted to her mother is now being manifested in Cassie, but the director, S.J. Clarkson, and her writers don’t seem to know what to do with it, and end up traveling a conventional thriller route with off ramps to the Spider-verse that are too confusing to make an impression. 

The villain, Ezekiel (Tahar Rahim), who was also present during the Peru sequence, seems to be from another dimension in the Spider-verse and dresses like a wannabe Spider-man. He also possesses precognitive abilities and is after three young women (Celeste O’Connor, Syndney Sweeney, Isabela Merced) who will one day become Spider-women and presumably destroy him, so he’s trying to nip their Spideyness in the bud by killing them. But Cassie figures this out and endeavors to protect them after she sees their future when they occupy the same subway car. What ensues is a convoluted cat-and-mouse chase that needs either more explication or less, but in any case it never clarifies its relationship to the Spider-verse and its reason for existing as a movie, unless, of course, it all gets explained more thoroughly in a future sequel, which, I’m sure, has already been planned. But as I said earlier, I have no investment in the MCU so I can only enjoy the component films if they stand alone as integrated entertainments (FWIW, I thoroughly enjoyed the two animated Spider-verse films), and this one seems to require a leap of imagination that I can’t conjure. Even the action scenes, while less dependent on CGI than most movies of its ilk, contain too much incoherent pyrotechnic spectacle at the expense of mano-a-mano fighting. When I realized that the climactic free-for-all was taking place in front of a giant Pepsi sign, I finally understood what the film’s real priorities were.

The universe represented by the Korean cinematic crime series, The Roundup, is much less elaborate than the MCU, but it has its distinctions, which nevertheless remind the viewer that it isn’t the universe we live in. For one thing, there’s the cavalier attitude toward violence. Just as the proverbial narrative-based porn flick is required to have a sex scene every 5-10 minutes, in The Roundup films, police detective Ma Suk-do (Ma Dong-seok) is required to get into a fist fight with multiple bad guys every time he turns a corner, totally destroying his opponents in the process while suffering only the most superficial cuts and bruises. The fact that Ma never loses any of these fights (though, as the movies progress, he usually faces tougher opponents so that the fights last longer) would seem to work against the series as a whole, but The Roundup movies have been consistent winners in Korea during a post-pandemic box office slump. And that’s simply because Ma Dong-seok (or Don Lee, the name he uses for Western markets) is just too charming a bulked-up action star to resist.

Consequently, the best thing I can say about No Way Out, the third installment, is that it’s just more of the same, even if Ma’s usual goofball team of colleagues has been changed up owing to the fact that the action takes place 7 years after that of the last film for reasons I couldn’t care less about. The story is somewhat less compelling than the ones that anchored the first two. A loose federation of drug dealers handling Japanese product decide to double cross one another while also sticking it to a yakuza organization headed by Ichizo, played by Korea’s favorite movie Japanese bad guy, Jun Kunimura, but only in a few short scenes. Ichizo’s main operative on the peninsula is Ricky (Munetaka Aoki), whose brief is just to kill anyone he wants to, preferably with a sword. The ringer is a Seoul detective working for another precinct, Joo Seong-cheol (Lee Jun-hyuk), who heads one of the drug distribution organizations and means to corner the market on this particular synthetic narcotic, mainly by playing a possible Chinese connection against the other groups, including the Japanese.

The most refreshing thing about The Roundup is its relative paucity of guns, which I suppose means that it does have a connection to the universe we live in since Korean cops, like Japanese police officers, possess guns but are not encouraged to use them as much as their Western counterparts do. I know it’s a small thing, but when it comes to action movies that aspire to the kind of comic simplicity that Ma embodies, I take comfort in being able to understand everything that’s going on in a particular universe, where consistency counts for everything. I hear the next installment is out this summer. 

Madame Web now playing in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Nihonbashi (050-6868-5060), Toho Cinemas Hibiya (050-6868-5068), Marunouchi Piccadilly (050-6875-0075), 109 Cinemas Premium Shinjuku (0570-060-109), Shinjuku Wald 9 (03-5369-4955), Shinjuku Piccadilly (050-6861-3011), Toho Cinemas Shinjuku (050-6868-5063), Toho Cinemas Shibuya (050-6868-5002), Toho Cinemas Roppongi Hills (050-6868-5024). 

The Roundup: No Way Out in Korean, Japanese and Mandarin. Now playing in Tokyo at Marunouchi Toei (03-3535-4741), Shinjuku Piccadilly (050-6861-3011).

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The Roundup: No Way Out home page in Japanese

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Review: Anatomy of a Fall

Justine Triet’s acclaimed courtroom drama is not a whodunnit in the classic sense, but its basic appeal is the same. The mystery is whether the dead person, a French academic, was murdered by his wife, a German writer who, while not rich, was widely published. This dynamic, we are reminded again and again, seemed to cause her husband considerable anguish, since he has been struggling for years just to complete one novel. The resulting friction is illustrated blatantly in the first scene. As the wife, Sandra (Sandra Hüller), answers a graduate student’s questions about her work in the couple’s chalet in Grenoble, the husband, Samuel (Samuel Theis), blasts music upstairs, making the interview impossible. Sometime later, the couple’s visually impaired son, Daniel (Milo Machado Graner), discovers his father’s dead body in the blood-splattered snow after having apparently fallen from the chalet’s third-story window. The question becomes: Did he jump or was he pushed?

The police and, subsequently, the local prosecutor believe it’s the latter, and that it was Sandra who did the pushing. What follows is the usual mix of forensic fussiness—one of the best sequences is a reenactment of the death using dummies—and legalistic cunning, and in that regard Anatomy of a Fall isn’t particularly distinctive. Its mojo is centered on the way it projects the details of the incident onto the couple’s marriage, which is exposed mercilessly in public. Triet, in fact, misses a valuable chance to interrogate media complicity by only cursorily indicating the press mob outside the courtroom. She doesn’t even seem to be that concerned with Sandra’s innocence or guilt in a purely legal sense. She’s more interested in Sandra’s fitness, in the eyes of everyone involved, as a wife, as a mother, and even as an intellectual. As the adversarial nature of the marriage becomes apparent through testimony from Samuel’s psychiatrist and recordings that Samuel made of his conversations with Sandra for a book he was writing—including one quite violent argument that the jury can’t see but which Triet obligingly stages for us—Sandra is left with no defense of her own character, even though it’s clear that any evidence the prosecution has against her in terms of committing murder is circumstantial. And that seems to be the point of the movie. The literally bull-headed prosecutor acts as both sexist foil, accusing Sandra of emasculating Samuel by publishing nonstop in the face of Samuel’s writer’s block, and literary critic, combing through her own work for hints of her pathology. 

It’s therefore anti-climactic that the decisive testimony comes from Daniel, whose role throughout the drama is that of a beleaguered person-of-interest, sitting glumly in the courtroom listening to people say terrible things about his parents and trying to make sense of it. When it’s his turn to tell his story, he brings up a matter that only adds to the mystery but nevertheless points to something neither the prosecution nor the defense counted on. And while it’s a clever, meaningful touch, it deflates the mystery, leaving the viewer without much to dwell on. As a dissection of an unstable marriage—moreover one between two writers (compare it to Past Lives, which is anemic in that regard)—Anatomy of a Fall is honest and unusually incisive, but framing it as a murder mystery sparks expectations it can’t satisfy.

In English and French. Opens Feb. 23 in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Chanter Hibiya (050-6868-5001), Bunkamura Le Cinema Shibuya Miyashita (050-6875-5280), Shinjuku Piccadilly (050-6861-3011), Toho Cinemas Nihonbashi (050-6868-5060).

Anatomy of a Fall home page in Japanese

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Review: The Covenant

Though he doesn’t occupy a place in my personal pantheon of revered directors, I acknowledge that Guy Ritchie has created what could be described as an oeuvre: British-identified, comic-inflected, laddish crime capers that are heavy on the violence and homoerotic innuendo. And perhaps for that reason I resist calling his latest movie Guy Ritchie’s The Covenant, the title under which it’s being distributed in some markets, including Japan. Though it’s macho to a fault and contains lots of violence, it’s not about underworld criminality and there are no Brit characters in it. It’s actually a pretty conventional 21st century American-style war movie, and in that regard seems a rough fit for Ritchie, who isn’t given any opportunity here to take the piss, which is one of his specialities.

The reason he doesn’t take the piss may be due to the heroic character of the themes and the “inspired by true events” script. Jake Gyllenhaal revisits the hard-nosed soldier cliches he’s already deveoped in films like Jarhead. Here he’s an Army sergeant named John Kinley who’s in charge of a team that disables IEDs during the final days of the war in Afghanistan. The main relationship is between Kinley and his new interpreter, Ahmed (Dar Salim), an auto mechanic whose considerable linguistic skills are matched by his intolerance to bullshit, a quality that Kinley appreciates without necessarily finding it appealing on a personal level. As it turns out, Ahmed has an axe to grind with the Taliban, and he isn’t fazed by the often brutal techniques these GIs utilize when they engage the enemy. Matters come to a head after the team is ambushed and Kinley is severely wounded. Though he and Ahmed manage to escape, there are Taliban between them and their home base, thus requiring Ahmed to fashion a litter to transport Kinley through enemy territory, and he proves his mettle, not only physically but intellectually as he drags Kinley past enemy check points and through extremely harsh terrain without much food or water. 

Ritchie also proves his mettle as a technically adept director. The middle portion of the film is at once suspenseful and moving as Ahmed reveals his basic humanity by risking his own life to save that of someone who may not have done the same had the situations been reversed. But that really isn’t what the movie is about. The Covenant is more purposely slotted as a post-Afghan War movie, in that the real action takes place after the U.S. leaves the country and abandons those natives who had helped it in its fruitlessly bloody quest. Back in L.A., Kinley worries about Ahmed, who was unable to escape due to U.S. Immigration ineptitude and apathy and is now targeted by the Taliban as a collaborator, laying low in the countryside. Using every means available, Kinley locates him and his family and then refinances his house to fund a special mission to extract them using a private security company. The movie makes a point of expressing disapproval of how the U.S. treated the Afghans in its employ during the war, but Ritchie is more interested in the mechanics of the extraction, which involve big explosions and wholesale carnage. By calling the movie Guy Ritchie’s The Covenant, the producers seem to be signalling to otherwise ignorant moviegoers that they don’t have to worry about any possible message because it will have all the loud gratuitous mayhem they can expect from the director. 

Opens Feb. 23 in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Nihonbashi (050-6868-5060), Toho Cinemas Hibiya (050-6868-5068), Kino Cinema Shinjuku (03-5315-0978), Toho Cinemas Roppongi Hills (050-6868-5024).

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Review: Soulmate

This mainstream Korean melodrama, based on a popular 2016 Chinese film, was reportedly completed before the pandemic and didn’t receive a proper release in Korea until last year. It chronicles the decades-long relationship between two women starting in adolescence, when the constitutionally dour Mi-so (Kim Da-mi) moves to Jeju Island with her single, fitfully employed mother. Despite their obvious differences in temperament, she makes friends with the relatively emotionally stable Hae-un (Jeon So-nee), and they become BFFs. Mi-so soon has to work to support herself after her mother takes off again, though she’s still in school, but director Min Yong-geun and co-writer Kang Hyun-joo indicate her self-destructive romanticism more with cultural signifiers, such as her lifelong obsession with Janis Joplin. As Hae-un is being groomed by her parents to get into a decent university and become a school teacher, Mi-so cultivates the kind of resentments that only an intense platonic love can engender, and the script exploits these differences to flesh out a psychological mystery that’s too ambitious for its own good.

Over the ensuing years, the setting moves to Seoul, where both women eventually end up, though not at the same time, and there are long passages in their lives when they are not in touch at all. At different points they share or trade off a boy (Byeon Woo-seok) of no real consequence and at some stage virtually switch places in terms of the way they approach the world as they reboot their lives following college, marriage, and giving birth, with Hae-un breaking free of her staid outlook and Mi-so gaining some kind of stability. But this swapping of fortunes is misleading in that it feels like cheating on the part of the filmmakers, who keep teasing the viewer with an unreliable narrator and odd little discrepancies that don’t make immediate sense but add up to something startling if not particularly plausible or, for that matter, affecting. 

The script doesn’t really matter that much, because what Soulmate has to sell is a relationship that transcends the overt cleverness of the plot. The two principal actors credibly grow into their characters as the movie progresses, but, more significantly, their chemistry as antagonistic forces covers a wide range of emotional territory without losing sight of the basic personalities that make those respective characters distinctive. There were stretches where I thought they would either destroy each other or become lovers in a true physical sense, with either possibility providing a more trenchant development of the relationship than what the movie actually does. True soulmates offer those kinds of possibilities.

In Korean. Opens Feb. 23 in Tokyo at Marunouchi Piccadilly (050-6875-0075), Shinjuku Piccadilly (050-6861-3011).

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Review: Beau Is Afraid

Though one could categorize Ari Aster’s third feature as a horror film, it’s decidedly different in tone and effect than his first two, Hereditary and Midsommar. Those were more conventional horror films in that the viewer was meant to identify with protagonists who themselves were subjected to horrifying experiences. The protagonist in the new one, Beau (Joaquin Phoenix), is purposely positioned outside the viewer’s realm of empathy. We observe the horrors and indignities that befall Beau without necessarily taking them to heart, and as a result we are complicit in those horrors and indignities. With a story that goes on for three hours, it turns out to be a lot of complicity to live down. In addition, the universe embodied by the film is not as familiar as the ones in Aster’s first two films. The setting is a fantasy-scape, so there isn’t much to identify with. The horrors don’t register as directly.

Still, there’s enough overlap to provide several layers of irony. Though we meet Beau as he’s actually being born into a world that has it in for him, the proper story starts much later as he’s living in a city where death and violence are ever-present right outside your apartment door. Beau has already been rendered super-paranoid by his overweaning mother (Patti Lupone), who has conditioned him to fear everything. Preparing himself to visit her for the first time in six months, he must overcome so many arbitrary and deadly obstacles, including threats from neighbors and a home invasion that turns into an occupation, that you assume Beau is comically cursed, but in any case his mother won’t accept his excuses with sympathy or even magnanimity, thus deepening his guilt and self-loathing since she interprets it as further proof he doesn’t love her. But that isn’t the worst of it, and when the other shoe drops Beau becomes so desperate to rush to her side that the obstacles turn the journey into a howling odyssey of pain that just keeps getting louder and louder. Aster occasionally interrupts this epic trip with flashbacks that show how Beau’s anxieties about everything from food to sex evolved, and all are connected to his Oedipal frustrations. 

Aster frames this suffering as a cosmic black comedy, combining Kafka’s sense of the absurd with a Gilliamesque visual design, though for the most part the jokes are not particularly deep. There are many sequences that seem to be happening only in Beau’s imagination, and after a while it becomes difficult to care much about what happens to him. Though Phoenix can do wonders with characters who are difficult to like, Beau is beyond our help and his tortures become a slog—it’s all too hopeless and artificial to provide any kind of emotional purchase. In the end, Aster makes concrete what the journey implies, which is that Beau is on trial for not loving his mother enough, and while I appreciated the amount of imagination that went into depicting one man’s worst abstract fears in literal terms, my reaction was exhaustion rather than repulsion. Aster gets more ambitious with each movie, and, to tell you the truth, I’m not sure I’m ready for what he has up his sleeve next. 

Now playing in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Nihonbashi (050-6868-5060), Toho Cinemas Hibiya (050-6868-5068), Toho Cinemas Shinjuku (050-6868-5063), Human Trust Cinema Shibuya (03-5468-5551), Toho Cinemas Roppongi Hills (050-6868-5024).

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Review: The Night Owl

The thing about Korean historical dramas is that they tend to go over the same dozen stories. Ahn Tae-jin’s hit, The Night Owl, is based on the one about the 17th century Joseon crown prince, Sohyeon (Kim Sung-cheol), who was poisoned shortly after returning from eight years as a hostage to China’s relatively new Qing dynasty. Korean history freaks will likely parse the mystery at the center of Ahn’s version of the story without much trouble, but the rest of us first have to contend with customs and protocols of the time that the freaks just take for granted, such as the role of concubines in the matter of succession, the tension between royals and bureaucrats, and the ever-present dominance of China—or, for that matter, any foreign influence. Without a grounding in these matters, the viewer may have a tough time working out the logic of the central mystery, which is more complicated than just, Who poisoned the prince?

Ahn’s fictional twist to the tale is Chun Kyung-soo (Ryu Jun-yeol), a young blind man who has the cohones to aspire to become a royal acupuncturist, an art we learn was still rare in Joseon at the time. In fact, the opening scenes involve a kind of test as to whether the medical staff of the palace will take on its first bona fide acupuncturist. As a blind man, Chun can’t hope to compete and thus acts boldly when he passes the diagnostic review through deduction, without even coming into contact with the patient. He then is taken on as a factotum in the royal infirmary, tasked with counting inventory and sweeping up because of his handicap. However, what no one knows is that Chun can actually see, but only at night when there is no artifical light, an attribute he exploits to work his way into the good graces of the palace after being selected to treat one of the king’s concubines because he is blind—and then successfully curing her of her ailment. However, after the crown prince returns from abroad and Chun is called upon to treat both him and his father, he realizes that his qualified disability could actually get him killed, since it allows him to drift into close proximity of the scheme to kill the crown prince. He has to hide the letters he sends to his sick younger brother in the provinces lest his betters realize he can see under certain circumstances, and thus knows more than he should. As Chun says at one point, “Humble people have to pretend that they don’t know anything to survive, and thus it’s better if they just can’t see.”

By necessity, much of the movie takes place at night, and Tae shoots many of the numerous action scenes in the shadows. Similarly, there is only the dimmest distinction between the good guys and the bad guys. Chun, of course, by dint of his loyalty not only to his sick brother but also to the crown prince, whose virtue is signalled by his love for the very young son he hasn’t seen since infancy, comes across as a beleagured saint, and his own heroics, not to mention his unique survival skills, make him an unusual kind of romantic protagonist. In that way, Tae brings something fresh to these worn historical cliches. 

In Korean and Chinese. Now playing in Tokyo at Human Trust Cinema Yurakucho (03-6259-8608), Shinjuku Musashinokan (03-3354-5670), Yebisu Garden Cinema (0570-783-715). 

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Review: Close Your Eyes

Victor Erice’s first new feature in 30 years opens with another movie called The Farewell Gaze, about an old man who hires another man to go to China and retrieve the daughter he never met. This movie-within-the-movie, we learn, was filmed in 1992 and never finished because the lead actor, Julio Arenas (Jose Coronado), disappeared during the production and was never seen again. The director, Miguel Garay (Manolo Solo), couldn’t go on without Arenas and never made another movie. Though he started out as a respected novelist, he stopped writing, too, and turned to translating to eke out a living. But in 2012, the producer of a TV documentary series covering unsolved cases contacts Garay to talk about Arenas’s disappearance. While he isn’t inclined to return to that sad chapter of his life, he needs the money, and while the interview doesn’t go particularly well, he is compelled to reenter the mystery.

The leisurely detective story that follows does not promise closure. During the course of Garay’s investigation, we learn a lot about him and a lot about Arenas. Both were acquaintances and even spent some time in jail together at the end of the Franco regime before either became famous; or, at least, Arenas did. As an actor he was a notorious ladies man, and when he disappeared the Spanish tabloids assumed it had something to do with a woman he shouldn’t have been seeing. Garay, however, has always held a different theory, that his friend just wanted to start over as someone else, and much of the dialogue in this dialogue-heavy movie is about wishing you were someone else or trying to change what you’ve become by obliterating the past, even if it’s just in your mind. In Garay’s case, he wants to forget his dead son, an artist like him. He now lives in a trailer on a stretch of beach whose owner may soon kick him and other squatters off, and in a sense, his quest to find out what happened to Arenas gives him the only purpose he’s had in years, so when he comes across a lead that seems to go somewhere, he wonders if it’s really worth his while to pursue it.

Of course he can’t ignore it, but there’s a sense of him getting dragged back into something that he once regretted. Erice’s film is almost 3 hours long, and it builds to such a relentlessly melancholy epiphany that the story consumes itself. The past is always there and won’t disappear, no matter how much you try to will it away. This is a movie about how movies preserve the irretrievable past. Just as a “person is more than a memory,” as Garay observes, a film is more than celluloid and chemicals, and even if he didn’t finish his own movie (which looks pretty interesting) Garay knows that it will always be there in his mind. Close Your Eyes has the same effect: It lingers in the brain and changes with each new thought. When you close your eyes, it’s even more vivid. 

In Spanish and French. Now playing in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Chanter Hibiya (050-6868-5001), Toho Cinemas Shinjuku (050-6868-5063), Human Trust Cinema Shibuya (03-5468-5551).

Close Your Eyes home page in Japanese

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Review: Five Nights at Freddy’s

Since I’m not a gamer I don’t have anything useful to say about whether this feature film is anything like the popular and reportedly very violent video game it’s based on, but the plot is such a mash-up of conflicting vectors that I imagine the filmmakers had a difficult time trying to make narrative sense of game elements that are just there for the sake of excitement. How old, exactly, is this game? Because it’s obvious that whoever came up with it never thought it might be made into a movie.

The premise is that a night security guard at a long-closed pizza parlor is beset by a bunch of life-sized, possessed animatronic figures that used to be the main draw of the place for families. In the opening scene we see one of these guards trying to escape the darkened restaurant through air conditioning ducts, being pursued by something we can’t see, until he’s dispatched. The fact that director Emma Tammi doesn’t include a money shot of the guard’s obliteration would seem to incidate she’s saving the goodies for later, but it’s a tease whose implication she never fulfills because the script gets in the way. We get plenty of backstory about the next security guard, Mike (Josh Hutscherson), a good-hearted, orphaned loser who is trying to protect his little sister, Abby (Piper Rubio), in the face of a custody battle from his evil aunt (Mary Stuart Masterson). He takes the job against his better judgment because unemployment means the aunt will win, but the job counselor (Matthew Lillard) who throws him the gig is pretty clear that it sucks: “Pay’s not great and the hours are worse.” Compounding Mike’s fiscal insolvency is his battered psychological state: He suffers nightmares about the abduction of his little brother when Mike was a teenager, as well as followup dreams featuring other abducted children who might know what happened to the brother. All of these elements, as well as the aunt’s schemes to make Mike look as irresponsible as possible, are meant to come together in such a way as to explain the mysterious goings-on at Freddy’s in the middle of the night, which is over-determined for a movie premised on a video game where the only point of interest is whether the player can survive a bunch of big bloodthirsty dolls. I had questions about plot holes throughout the film’s 110 minutes, but once the climax came into view I just gave up.

And for all that the visceral aspects were weak meat. I counted three instances where the basic concept of the game is in operation, and none were particularly suspenseful or scary; which would seem to mean the movie is aimed at a younger cohort. The people who play the game are probably looking forward to seeing the gore recreated with more graphic verisimilitude, but what they get is a supernatural melodrama with a few limp jump scares. Where’s the gross-out fun in that?

Opens Feb. 9 in Tokyo at Toho Cinemas Nihonbashi (050-6868-5060), Toho Cinemas Hibiya (050-6868-5068), Shinjuku Piccadilly (050-6861-3011), Toho Cinemas Shinjuku (050-6868-5063), Shibuya Humax Cinema (03-3462-2539), Toho Cinemas Roppongi Hills (050-6868-5024).

Five Nights at Freddy’s home page in Japanese

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