I do fathom the proposed motives of the film and have thought about my answer as well for a good while afterwards, although it is necessary to mention that the absolution exposed in the question is rarely the case in reality but is almost always an impure blend somewhere in between the embrace of a spectrum connecting the two;
plus of course a third individual route leading to our proactively positive human choices that defies the question completely.
Yet to…
Trier has a way with grief as he does often solemnly approach the subject..
dreadful perils involving our loved ones, natural incorrigible eradicating phenomenons befallen upon the living for us to face or even often justify using faith or our own self-woven fictions to refine and the harrow which if viewed realistically only either expands the rupture far more or will gradually be of past recollections hardly revisited anymore.
Since there exists no actual nepenthe for grief, lamentation only commemorates…
spectacularly summoning,
must be Shindōs barest creation;
Bereft of the common western influence when it comes to such films, The Naked Island possessing a belletristic literary frame, Feather brushes of the crayon of life simply embracing the interwoven consonance of human quiddity spreading across a secular pattern, and effortlessly praising the unfathomable grandeur of our cycled days followed by representative cannoned music and an infinite prayer of cultivation.
A projection of birth and ruin, a symbol of all that we endure…
I simply cherish Ozu’s ways of enshrining the Japanese way of living within his movies,
progressively weaved amorphousness rapidly taking over as if surfaced wistful senses root brutally inside whilst they linger،
immensely desolate and haunting to the very verge of tears
Amazing soundtrack
some emotional complexities reminded me of Bergman a tiny bit
