Synopsis
Every family has its secrets.
A young boy takes interest in piano while his family begins to disintegrate around him after his father loses his job.
A young boy takes interest in piano while his family begins to disintegrate around him after his father loses his job.
Tôkyô sonata, 도쿄 소나타, Tokyo sonata, Sonata de Tóquio, 东京奏鸣曲, Токийская соната, טוקיו סונטה, Токийска соната, Tôkyô Sonata, วันที่หัวใจซ่อนเจ็บ, Tokijska sonata, 東京奏鳴曲, Bản Giao Hưởng Tokyo
Kurosawa translates his expertise in horror to the family drama, revealing that there truly isn't anything scarier than success being defined by domestic rituals we can no longer afford to maintain financially or emotionally.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
It's impossible for me to write about this film without seeing it again, because it's effect on me was intensely therapeutic. There are endings in movies like Yi Yi, How Green Was My Valley, Modern Times, Changeling, which reduce me to a blubbering mess of tears. This one joins the group. But there's something different: there is (for me) a profound sadness attached to all of these endings. Here, it's a profound joy, happiness, hope. It's almost incongruous to think of or even get there in a movie that gets as dark as this one does at times, incongruous in a world so corrupt, disjointed, monstrous. Yet there is still the pure beauty of a child who succeeds.
On your marks, get set, go! The race begins. Throughout school and college education, the race continues to quicken in pace and get tougher; a competition to earn a high standing in society. Success is achieved: a respectable job, a family, a house; the hallmarks of a society too busy working to realise the fragility of this social standing based solely on professional wins and losses. The race comes to a screeching halt. A dead end occurs. The fragile nature of it all reveals itself without a moment's notice. It all comes crumbling down, and that's where Tokyo Sonata begins.
A sea of people laid off; many of them not being able to be honest about their new social standing…
"How wonderful it would be if my whole life so far turns out to have been a dream, and suddenly I wake up and I'm someone else entirely." Kiyoshi Kurosawa is so real for this. I totally get it.
male pride is a toxic thing
god that last scene made me weep
35mm. FSLC.
Around twenty or thirty minutes in Teruyuki Kagawa does the worst pour of beer I've ever seen in my life. Then he does it again.
What a picture.
Always finding alternative ways to induce a panic attack and effortlessly succeeding, I believe this is Kiyoshi Kurosawa at his most well-behaved yet merciless form. It's a weird parallel to draw (probably due to clair de lune?) but it felt like something Shunji Iwai would make if he was more aggressive and also best buds with Koji Yakusho. The ending caught me by surprise, it's unusual to see Kurosawa himself go out of his way to comfort us, like having a distant father pat our backs, it's a strange feeling. I'd say I want more of it, but it's just not worth the breakdown I've suffered through the film. Still, it was nothing short of a sublime experience.
in the right emotional state where this film simultaneously makes me want to throw myself under a bus, and keep on living
Not unlike the Great Depression of the 1930s, the Great Recession of the past few years have prompted a number of enterprising filmmakers to try to deal with the harsh realities of the world around them. While there have been no lack of films on this topic, few that have been convincing to me on both the micro and macro levels include Steven Soderbergh's The Girlfriend Experience (2009), Johnnie To's Life Without Principle (2011), and Kurosawa Kiyoshi's masterful Tokyo Sonata (both the title and the film echo Ozu's 1931 Tokyo Chorus).
Kurosawa, who is best known for his horror films, has always managed to integrate topical concerns seamlessly into his work. Here, along with the grave and pertinent issue of…
It hasn't even been two days since I watched this and already I am tempted to call it life-changing.
Kurosawa’s scariest yet and the green-eyed monster is capitalism, baby. Or is it the bruised ego? Most masterful in how it gradually pulls away layers of each of the family members’ second lives until all that remains is a mountain's worth of skeletons tumbling out of the closet to knock you for a synchronous six, Tokyo Sonata manages to feel akin to a personal attack from four separate angles. By honing in on our most painful, brutally societal fears, we’re one open volley away from this slow-burn exercise in creeping straight for our collective wounds and weak spots.
An inability to look a loved one in the eye in admission of the guilt from the weakening shoulders upon which your…
Japanuary 2022: Kiyoshi Kurosawa
Many of our goals feel predetermined for us. Get good grades in high school to get into a well-regarded university; Do well in university to earn a degree and get a respectable job; Follow orders and do as told at work to get a raise or move up the corporate ladder. The powers that be planned our lives out for us before we could ever decide what any of us wanted for ourselves. It is as if we are cogs in a machine, doing the heavy lifting that adds value to organizations that could not value our well-being in the slightest.
Many of us have roles we feel pressured to fulfill and actions we feel compelled…