
Tokyo
I get the impression that the most difficult thing about smalltalking with movies is that everyone watches different ones. While everybody who is into anime watches the same series and everybody who is into American film watches the 30 Rock, Heroes and whatnot, there are just sooo many films. When I recently looked onto the to-get-from-Netflix-list of some other people, I didn’t recognize a single title. I could even figure out what they were about except that they were most likely action flicks. Scary.
In that respect, I don’t think anyone I know would ever watch this film, even though it brings together certain aspects of interest: Michel Gondry and the city of Tokyo itself. Now that I have visited New York, I am pretty sure that I am not going to like Tokyo, but seeing films about it is just as interesting about. Of course, „Tokyo“ is not exactly a film about the city obviously, but more like about its people.
Especially the first film is so incredibly packed with clichés that it hurt. It went „Babel“ all over on me again. Why is it that non-Japanese film makers always portray Japanese youth in that specific way? However, when the marvelous transformation of the girl into a chair came into place, Michel Gondry showed his subtle genius in my opinion. Those scenes were so full fo imagination and felt miraculously beautiful. In the end, I even felt somewhat glad for the girl to have finally found her, umm, place to be? It’s so wrong of me to say that, I know.
The second part was simply weird, there is nothing more to say about that. I appreciate Denis Lavant as an actor (as I am a huge fan of the Rabbits in your Headlight music video after all) and it is refreshing to see something so utterly weird that seemingly defies all logic and reason. This is the first thing I’ve ever seen by Leos Carax, and I must admit that I don’t know how I really should feel about it. Too weird, even for me.
The last part, however, was what made this obscure compilation worthwhile for me. It was nothing but an unpretentious story, told in quite a straightforward way with well-composed scenes and actors who lived up to their potential. Okay, actually the girl didn’t do much, but she worked just fine as the cute love interest. This is the segment I would totally want to watch again, and if it’s just to see Teruyuki Kagawa in a more normal role than in John Rabe where he played the evil Japanese prince after all. Speaking of Kagawa, I consider watching Tokyo Sonata ever since I saw it in the catalogue of the Masters of Cinema series.
I think it is a miracle that I got my hands on this film, as it appears to have disappeared into nowhere, or so it seems. Except for the fact that some of the actors and especially the directors are big names, there really is nothing all that noteworthy about this compilation, especially not in comparison to „Paris je t’aime“, (I have yet to see „New York I love you“). But the compilation was not bad.