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Tony Vogel | ... |
Café Verdun Man #1
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Michael Golding | ... |
Clerk
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Carlo Cecchi | ... |
Priest
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M. Loiseau
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Toru Tezuka | ... |
Japanese Guide
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Hiroya Morita | ... |
Japanese Elder #1
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A married silkworm smuggler, Herve Joncour, in 19th Century France who travels to Japan to collect his clandestine cargo. While there he spots a beautiful Japanese woman, the concubine of a local baron, with whom he becomes obsessed. Without speaking the same language, they communicate through letters until war intervenes. Their unrequited love persists however, and Herve's wife Helene begins to suspect. Written by Anonymous
This movie will not please everyone, in fact certain people will probably hate it.
I loved it.
I loved the quiet melodic atmosphere it created.
I loved the narrative voice, which I normally hate.
I loved the many visual wonders, every room it seemed was made to be something more than a mere setting, it was art.
It drew me in, in made me want to visually experience every scene, it itself was a character in the story.
I loved the music, it was gentle and reflective. It also was a character in the story.
The acting was good, solid, and appropriate for the type of story.
The story it self was closed, revealing only what it needed to, provoking emotional reactions where it needed to.
This was not merely a story, not merely a tale to be told, rather it was a meditation for the ears, and for they eyes, wrapped in a story as old as life itself, of love, obsession, and wanting to have what we cannot, and forgetting about what we already have.
I believe this is a film to be watched, but understand it will not be liked by all, for me I am already counting the moments until I watch it again.
Such is the nature of some obsessions...