Time Has Passed

When I was in my twenties, I didn’t like the works of Kenji Mizoguchi, a famous film director loved by film directors in Nouvelle Vague like Jean-Luc Godard. I only watched the first three minutes of one of his films and it felt cold and detached.

Just as I felt, his works are often described as coldly objective realism. And he always forcusd on marginalized women like prostitutes. When I was a university student, I needed some courage to watch his movies, and they never brought me joy. But now my capacity to watch them has increased.

Time has passed. This autumn, long rainy days pushed me to watch the works of Mizoguchi. I saw some of them. First I felt a purity and some kind of force which kept standing under suffering and heartbreak. And now I am drawn to them. It is not the same as wamth. But I already knew that sometimes we need somethiing different from heart-warming.

Time has passed. My capacity to watch suffering and heartbreak has become bigger than when I was in my twenties. I know we need something more than heart-warming to expand in my work and life. That is why his works touched my heart.