weekly film recommendation
CAFE LUMIERE (2003)
Director: Hou Hsiao-Hsien
With: Yo Hitoto & Tadanobu Asano
Written by: Hou Hsiao-Hsien & T’ien-wen Chu
Conceived of as a dedication to Yasujiro Ozu, Hou Hsiao-Hsien’s first film to be shot in Ozu’s native Japan, Cafe Lumiere provides not only the banner image for this site, but a sense of quietude and graceful human understanding, rarely achieved by any director, other than Ozu, of course. For anyone interested in taking a breather from their hectic daily life, Cafe Lumiere offers the audience the chance to take a look at generational differences in Japanese society with subtlety and without an overbearing point-of-view. Like the soothing sound of train whistles as they pass each other in the distance (the locomotive equivalent of a nod of the head and a ‘What’s up?’), the characters in the film brush past each other with simple gestures acknowledging each other’s humanity. It makes me relax about the stresses and annoyances of my own life. Nice, very nice film.
Hou on set.
DVD reviews/comparisons and links to buy it here -
http://www.dvdbeaver.com/film/DVDReviews14/cafe_lumiere.htm
Welcome to the blog world!
Long live to Hou Hsiao-Hsien and Yasujiro Ozu
hey matt… how’s it going?
beautiful banner image. i love hou! i think he’s the greatest living filmmaker. have you seen “the red balloon”?
here’s something, if you’d like to read, about “three times” and “cafe lumiere”…
http://movies.groups.yahoo.com/group/a_film_by/message/37682
take care,
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