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The Naked Island (1960) – K. Shindô
Wordless but not
silent, Kaneto Shindô’s The Naked Island (Hadaka no shima) feels almost like
ethnography as it details the (hard) lives of a family of four who live on a small
rocky island in the Seto Inland Sea of Southern Japan. They carry fresh water in large wooden
buckets from another island (paddling across the sea in a wooden boat) just to irrigate
their crops, which seem to be dying of heatstroke on the exposed cliff
face. No one speaks, they just work; the
husband tends to the field while the wife carries the water and the children
help to prepare meals (when they are not being ferried to school by the
mother). They take turns having a bath
in an old oil drum. There is an almost tactile sensuality to the widescreen
images – and the Foley artists seem to be working overtime! Indeed, it slowly becomes apparent that the
sounds have been consciously selected, along with the jaunty (almost Tati-like)
musical theme which changes its pace and mood along with the events portrayed. When the two sons manage to catch a fish, the
family heads to the nearest town (jarringly this is a modern film, taking place
in 1960 or thereabouts) for an evening out (restaurant, cable car up a
mountain). A late tragedy darkens the film’s tone dramatically, almost turning
it to horror (a nod toward this director’s later masterworks in that genre:
Onibaba, 1964, and Kuroneko, 1968). Stoically (except for a brief release of
tension and pain), the family continues their daily routine (wordlessly). The result is hypnotic and beautiful, but perplexing
in its intentions. Why the constraint of wordlessness? Is this hard, almost
Sisyphean life, a metaphor for another fruitless challenge? Regardless, it works as a pseudo-documentary
of a place and lifestyle you’ve never seen before.
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