Now, this is one of the few movies that I have ever viewed and thoroughly been touched by. The entire experience of this man; whether it be the lack of connection he has with his father, the life that he lives that relies so heavily upon work, or the escape he finds by some human created facet, all just speak so greatly to me. Masahiro is a character that I can genuinely relate to and that aspect made my connection to this movie so much greater.
I thoroughly enjoyed this movie, which actually surprised me greatly. I originally thought I would hate it, because it seemed to be so based upon music and this man with some cello. However, it turns out that music was such a great overlaying aspect of the movie that it seemed to play a small role in the outcome of the film, granted his job loss ion the orchestra is what led him to the departure position in the first place. But I was very happy when the movie turned out to be less of a musical and more an analysis of life and death. After all, aren't we merely pawns in the grand scheme of life?
The part that seemed to speak to me the most though was how people treated this man because of his position. I thought that his job would be seen as honorable. I mean he was the person who ensured that the deceased looked nice for the family on earth and for God in heaven. But that was definitely not the case. People viewed him as diseased and avoided him like he was the plague, Ryoko even left him when she found out. I just viewed that as very odd.
The other thing that stuck out to me about the movie was the symbol of the stone, given at the end and beginning. As a person who used to collect odd objects I thought it was so cool for this man to keep his son's rock with him and use it as a constant reminder of him. As someone who has seen a father and son hate each other and be brought together by some physical object, this spoke very deeply to me.
I very much enjoyed this movie, and I am glad that such a film exists to teach an essential cultural aspect of another country.
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