Films, Books and Music
I am crazy about them, I must confess, crazy about all of them. I cannot think of a world without these antonishing people who left wonderful gifts for us (for me at least). Come to think of them, all are Japanese! Now, this doesn’t mean I am also crazy about Japanese girls *grin*…
Um, Japanese filmmakers, writers, singers, I am a real sucker for these…talking of films and songs, I am more into the black and white and that drooling music era. Now you can well guess my age! Books also almost fall on the same category.
OK! Kenji Mizoguchi! Mizoguchi’s films are well known for their championing of women. His films have an aesthetic that is reminiscent of Japanese art. I saw Life of O’Haru, Ugetsu, Osaka Elegy, A Geisha)
Ah! Akira Kurosawa! A filmmaker known for his fast paced action and Samurai films. Who haven’t heard of Seven Samurai? I watched Seven Samurai, Rashomon, Throne of Blood, The Hidden Fortress, Yojimbo, Sanjuro, High and Low, Red Beard, Dersu Uzala, The Stray Dog, Ran, Madadayo.
Oh! Ozu Yasujiro! Known for his sad, simple story of generational conflict. Ozu chose a persistent approach towards film and its limits, liberating himself from the ambiguity of outlines, dampness and shadows. Ozu preferred dry sunlight conditions (as opposed to Mizoguchi’s fog, or Kurosawa’s rain); its sole purpose being to “approach the dazzle of midsummer sunlight”. I watched Late Spring, Early Summer, Tokyo Story, Early Spring, End of Summer
Um, I do watch ‘modern’ movies too…say for example, The Village Album and Always: Sunset in the Third Street.
Books! Japanese Novels! Haruki Murakami! Read all his novels and loved them all. I like Kenzaburo Oe (The Silent Cry), Kobo Abe (Woman in the Dunes, The Face of Another), Yukio Mishima (Spring Snow, The Temple of the Golden Pavilion, The Sound of Waves) and I have yet to read books by Yasunari Kawabata.
Japanese Songs? I listen to a few of them. I like Rimi Natsukawa (especially Nada Sou Sou), Tokyo Ethmusica, Toru Takemitsu and I listen to a collection of somewhat old Japanese songs the titles and artists of which I fail to know since my Japanese is as good as my Arabic or Hebrew. Who was it that sang Subaru?
So, what about Japanese girls? I have never seen one! Seriously…besides the ones on the silver screen. LOL. Um, talking of girls, um, what is her name, the one in Nada Sou Sou – Tears for you? Damn! She’s cute!
February 24, 2007 at 5:09 am
Wow…nice post as usual.Wonder how you manage to come up with something unusual always.Ah…thats because you are a buddha.Hehehe..just kidding!
Wish you a great weekend!
February 24, 2007 at 5:13 am
Let me tell you a story from a movie.
There was this girl who met a guy just for less than a week.She got smitten by this guy instantly.And now she is thinking of him day and night.She cant just get him out of her mind.Should she wait and keep hope of him?Should she? Now let me know how the ending should be.
What becomes of them? tell me ples
February 24, 2007 at 5:27 am
I think i am the craziest in here, always ranting!
Haha…ugyen, i think the horse must be really furious with me.Eh horse why the longest face in here?
February 25, 2007 at 12:07 am
Never seen a Japanese girl? Oh me oh my … but not to worry, Bhutanese girls are much nicer and far more beautiful really. I ought to know, I am Japanese!
February 25, 2007 at 7:56 am
you are SUCH a fan.
February 25, 2007 at 10:13 am
Heres for you, just an extract though!
Warning:May sound crap to you!
I loved the way he spoke of Happy Feet, and the way he imitated Mumble.
I loved the way he whistled when he was bored with me.
I loved the way he folded his t-shirt before laying on the bed to sleep.
I loved the way, he patted me to sleep.
I loved the way he helped me choose things to buy.
I loved the way he spoke to those after-him women on the streets and supermarkets.
I loved the way he sent the cigarette smoke into the air in circles.I loved the way he walked, and I loved him very when he brought me that coconut drink.
I loved when he got angry, and I loved the way he held my hand at the supermarkets.I loved the way he held my hand at train too.
Above all, I loved HIM.I loved his smile.I wish him to be smiling always.God bless him.And wish him all the happiness in this world.I will remember him always, and those three words he said to me at the airport.And I would like to thank him for all these wonderful memories.
Will I ever see him again?
Will I ever see him again?
Will I ever see him again?