Japanese director and Cannes veteran Naomi Kawase is current with the movie “Under the cherry trees,” a film she also competed at the Cannes Festival in the spring. Catherine Wikars have seen it.
Actually, this film, as in the original be called something like sweet red bean paste. “Under the cherry trees” is so general, as a Japanese cliché, while it is precisely under the cherry trees that this friendship sprout between the older woman Tokue seeking work and Sentaro, the man in the street kitchen that makes dorayaki-pancakes with bean paste which he purchases finished.
And it is very slow on one of those, at least initially devastating attractive way, the first hour of the film makes the right bönpastan, the beans should cook for several hours, must feel welcome, they have traveled a long way, from the fields.
Then they have to get used to the sweetness, like an arranged marriage, it is, hurrying slowly. For a long time, I think that’s what the movie is about, this slow cooking, before the birds waking up. But that deepened the story, what is the bony hands she has, and it turns out that she is in more than fifty years hidden away in an institution, a kind of sanctuary for the lepers.
A shame disorder. And perhaps it is also the captivity that unites them, whether an external and internal. For although he carries his burden, says: I do not deserve to listen to others’ stories. And as the seasons succeed each other as meet and separated people to maybe meet again. For the cherry trees will bloom again after that. And there’s a reason for everything. And a film’s action may as well pass unnoticed among the trees. It is slowly and gracefully and sometimes plattitydartat boring. As life perhaps.