TOKYO STORY (1953)
Seventy years ago, Yasujiro Ozu unveiled Tokyo monogatari, better known to non-Nipponophiles as Tokyo Story, to the world. Since its initial release in 1953, it has remained a consistent fixture within critical polls and surveys and now, given that it’s now being re-issued in cinemas across the UK, one can think of no more appropriate time than the present to revisit this quietly moving masterwork.
The tale is one of deceptive, delicate simplicity: an elderly couple excitedly travel by train to Tokyo from their small rural to visit their son and daughter, the former a doctor, the latter a beautician. Initially, the interaction between the parents and their offspring proves pleasant enough, but it swiftly becomes apparent that the adult son and daughter simply don’t have much time for their parents amidst their busy lives and schedules. As such, the ageing husband and wife decide to leave earlier than expected and are forced to ruminate on the entire situation.
Considered “the most Japanese of Japanese filmmakers”, the director Ozu is known for drawing outwardly formal characters and plotlines, as evidenced not only here but also in his earlier work The Flavour of Green Tea Over Rice (1952). Given that all the figures in Tokyo Story are so polite and understated, it might take a while for one to fully come to grips with their emotions. But once one gets into the film’s rhythm, the feelings touched upon are as profound as any that one will find in the best western dramas.
As the enfeebled, physically ancient looking couple forced to share a palpable and dreaded belief that they have failed as parents, the film’s two primary players – Chishu Ryu and Chiyeko Higashiyama – give subtle but powerful performances. As for the children, though perhaps unintentional, one cannot help but perceive that their insensitive and neglectful nature may embody the-then topical themes regarding post-war Japan and the never-ending quarrel concerning tradition and modernity, the rural and the urban class. Speaking pictorially, though the camera rarely moves, the images that Ozu-san elegantly captures are so poetic, so poignant that it is easy to comprehend why many have compared him to a Haiku master.
As a work of minimal, melancholic filmmaking, Ozu-san’s Tokyo Story may appear rueful and reticent but its sombre tale of the generational divide is impactful beyond feeble and futile words. One struggles to recall a picture wherein so much is revealed from what is unsaid.