his silence gave them all words. and with words understanding. his image is scored by the words of solution. solution to the problem of him.
their sense in this world found in the absence. a story to tell in the quietness of his eyes. filling void with story in the stead of eating fear. paint the darkness with the steps of language built. they know this dance. this music. even if he won't give the singing.
and so the prison of words within or without for the boy. the prison of sight to see only the expected and not the mystery. the cage of a history of the someone of no one. and so no one.
no one to tread the walk of silence. to brave the unknown. to wade the stillness.
This may be the point to discuss Kurosawa's capability at image and its moving. I feel a bit false trying to act like I know what I am talking about, but Kurosawa had an incredible power in visual storytelling. He would frame a shot that told you everything that was occurring, dialogue unneeded. I have often been impressed with his lighting, and separating images in the black and white medium to incredible effect. Now, I am aware that this is all mostly the cinematographer's job, not the director's, so to a degree I am crediting the wrong individual, but that's kind of how us ignorant movie-viewers operate. All that to say, in Seven Samurai, Kurosawa's framing, lighting, and general storytelling through image is in full swing, perhaps only bested by a movie I have yet to name (hint, hint).
Ozu has this incredible way of creating a visual frame for the mundane. As if it is the normal conversations of life that are most important to photograph and remember. And his work exemplifies this. The major events which our self-stories would want to highlight, he relegates to off-screen and instead he steps down into the twist and turn of a family conversation and the normal tensions of life. It is like the anti-social media perspective.
There are a lot of good movies I watched and could not fit onto this list. I am sure there are many I failed to put on my list. There are a couple I missed due to accessibility. If your movie did not make my list, feel free to tell me about it, heh. I hope you enjoyed the samurais and Brandos and music and nonsense.
Memories passing in twinkling winks of promise. This time that time oh that time, a parade stands as I am run towards the maw. Abyssal teeth I hear waiting as homes break the night. They dance the rhythm of yesterday. A merry jig. A merry lie.
The homes too had teeth. They once an erebor, a waiting smog, for my journey's end. And the journey did not stop. Homes of fear and silence.
But one light, one star, a patient, quiet star, promises the Home-not-yet, the Home-not-seen. The Home at the edge and behind every mountain. Echoed in every word and every hurt. And this light dawns the rememberance: the journey past and present, future, end. And it whispers, "onward."
And I step.