Floating Weeds (1959)

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Floating Weeds (1959) – Y. Ozu

After a stressful week, I was looking for a calming film and finally settled on this late colour classic from Yasujirō Ozu, which I hadn’t watched in ages. It always felt a bit different in his oeuvre from the well-known and very familiar-feeling classics (Late Spring, Tokyo Story, Early Summer, even Late Autumn which is also in colour). Perhaps this is because he had the opportunity to make this film for Daiei studios rather than his contractual home Shochiku.  Or maybe it was working with celebrated cinematographer Kazuo Miyagawa (Rashomon, Yojimbo, Ugetsu, Sansho the Bailiff, etc.)? Also, it was his first time working with Machiko Kyô and Ganjirô Nakamura (two Daiei stars) – they play travelling actors, presenting rough and ready kabuki shows to country towns in Japan.  Nakamura was actually a very well-established kabuki actor so he pressed Ozu to change the name of the film from “The Ham Actor” because he thought that might tarnish his reputation.  He also refused to appear on stage in the film so his badness is only implicit.  The plot sees the troupe arrive in a small seaside town where Nakamura meets up with an old flame (Ozu favourite Haruko Sugimura) with whom he had an illegitimate son, now a young adult. When his latest flame (Kyô) cottons on to this, she causes trouble for the son and for Nakamura’s “Master”.  So, it’s a family drama of common people (shomingeki) just like Ozu’s other films -- and the “family” here is under stress and falls apart just as in some of his other films.  Other Ozu trademarks – static tatami-level shot-reverse shot combinations, red objects in the frame, still life “pillow shots” as punctuation, are all here.  Yet, the film (for all its sadness and conflict) feels light-hearted and often breezy, possibly due to the Nina Rota-like (Fellini-esque) music and the bright colours.  With this combination of emotions and especially the film’s ending, where life goes on, I guess we might agree it is wistful (perhaps mono no aware?). So, as an antidote to a stressful week, it worked a charm.