R.I.P. 今村 昌平 (Imamura Shohei)

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Shohei Imamura (1926-2006) died last week at 79. Two time Palme d'Or winner, Imamura is probably best known in the west for Black Rain, his 1989 study of the social and psychological trauma of Hiroshima's survivors, and the Eel, a redemption story about an ex-convict who killed his adulterous wife. If you've just seen these films, however, you're missing out on this directors strongest work, if you haven't seen any you're missing out on some of the finest cinema Japan (or any country, city, or region) has produced in the last five decades.

Imamura's started his film career working under Yasujiro Ozu on films like Early Summer and Tokyo Story (1952), but he quickly differentiated himself from what he saw as the cliche reserved, stoic Japanese mystique envisioned by Ozu, as well as from the sentimental tragedies and epics of Mizoguchi and Kurosawa. Imamura's film world was a harsh, unsentimental one of black-market pornographers, prostitutes and serial killers. Through the sixties and seventies in films like The Insect Woman, the Pornographers, Pigs and Battleships, Vengeance is Mine Imamura plumbed the depths of modern Japan with a singular level of detail and a discerning, unselfconscious eye unprecidented in the work of his contemporaries, either the masterpieces of old greats like Kurosawa and Ozu or the nihilistic new-wave and arthouse sensibilities of Suzuki and Teshigahara (respectively). In particular, Imamura avoided the lurid sensationalism of Suzuki; creating a plausible, chaotic, living world came before tweaking a genre or style. When stylistic concerns do come in, they seem effortless and cogent, not merely for their own sake but as important structural elements in the world he constructed, serving to remind us of our distance if events become to natural or emotionally involving (which they often do). For both these reasons, I think film-makers as diverse as Mitsuo Yanagimachi and Emir Kusturica owe much to Shohei Imamura.

In any event, a message board post certanly can't begin to do justice to Imamura's films, so go see some of these (favorites are in bold):

Pigs and Battleships (1961)
The Insect Woman (1963)
The Pornographers (1966)
A Man Vanishes (1967)
The Profound Desire of the Gods (1968)
History of Postwar Japan as Told by a Bar Hostess (1970)
Vengeance is Mine (1979)
Eijanaika (1981)
Ballad of Narayama (1983)
Black Rain (1989)
The Eel (1997)
Dr. Akagi (1998)
Warm Water Under a Red Bridge (2001)



I've always loved The Pornographers and Vengeance is Mine, but I don't necessarily think he was terribly underrated. He lacked the emotional eye of an Ozu, the visual flair of Suzuki and the mastery of both that made Kurosawa the ultimate master.



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Yeah.....that's really to bad.. =(



Purandara/Officer,

I wonder if you'd mind explaining your "lacking the emotional eye of Ozu" comment? I've only seen 3 Ozu films (Ohayo, Tokyo Monogatari and one of the silents, I forget which), but from what I've seen Ozu's films strike me as quite sentimental, whereas Imamura's always hit me much harder emotionally, partly due to his contrast between coldness and sentimentality (I'm thinking the whole last 45 minute stretch of Narayama). I find it hard to see the meaning of that comment in light of films like Kuroi Ame and Narayama, and even Vengeance is Mine is pretty powerful; maybe now that you're back you can answer that?



I see what you're saying, I just don't agree. Here's why:

I've lived in Japan, and I think until and unless you've had that experience, it's almost impossible to convey the degree to which meaning and emotional expression in Japanese culture turn on the unspoken. The emotional intensity of Ozu's work is carried as much in his sensitivity to gesture as in the overt content of the film narrative, and that's a sensitivity that is largely lost on western audiences.



All good people are asleep and dreaming.
Originally Posted by Officer 663
I see what you're saying, I just don't agree. Here's why:

I've lived in Japan, and I think until and unless you've had that experience, it's almost impossible to convey the degree to which meaning and emotional expression in Japanese culture turn on the unspoken. The emotional intensity of Ozu's work is carried as much in his sensitivity to gesture as in the overt content of the film narrative, and that's a sensitivity that is largely lost on western audiences.
I love the you're ignorant argument.



It's not about 'ignorance' - it's about a cultural frame of reference that makes sussing out the emotional content easier. It's like trying to understand the humor of a Mel Brooks film without understanding the parodic references.



I didn't take it as an insult. I am sort of wary of aesthetics couched on inaccessible aspects of culture (because of their inaccesibility, not because I doubt their existence), but it doesn't hurt to have it pointed out.

Oh, and when I went to rep you on the previous post I accidentally sent a bad post report. Shouldn't make a difference since the message in the report was clearly possitive, but any mods who see this, that was an accident.