Intendente Sansho
Sansho dayu
Japão, 1954
Dir.: Kenji Mizoguchi
"When Zushio arrives as Sado in search of his mother, he is told that she has either jumped from the cape into the ocean (presumably from the spot where we have seen her sing her song of longing) or was engulfed by a recent tidal wave along with many others. Zushio's quest culminates at the shores of the great sea, where all rivers eventually lead. "You have followed the natural course" -- his father's path -- and it has led him to manhood and to reunion with his family. Mizoguchi's camera rises from this intensely, almost unbearably emotional scene to gaze out past mother and son at the now-tranquil sea. One senses in the deep waters which fill the horizon the presence of the entire family in the same frame-space -- Anju, Father, the nurse. The camera turns, peering down at the tiny figure of the man harvesting seaweed on the vast beach. In the aftermath of the tidal wave, out of that oceanic graveyard which envelops most of the earth, he gathers the food, and fertilizer, necessary for those who carry on in 'this transient life'." Jim Emerson
Sansho dayu
Japão, 1954
Dir.: Kenji Mizoguchi
"When Zushio arrives as Sado in search of his mother, he is told that she has either jumped from the cape into the ocean (presumably from the spot where we have seen her sing her song of longing) or was engulfed by a recent tidal wave along with many others. Zushio's quest culminates at the shores of the great sea, where all rivers eventually lead. "You have followed the natural course" -- his father's path -- and it has led him to manhood and to reunion with his family. Mizoguchi's camera rises from this intensely, almost unbearably emotional scene to gaze out past mother and son at the now-tranquil sea. One senses in the deep waters which fill the horizon the presence of the entire family in the same frame-space -- Anju, Father, the nurse. The camera turns, peering down at the tiny figure of the man harvesting seaweed on the vast beach. In the aftermath of the tidal wave, out of that oceanic graveyard which envelops most of the earth, he gathers the food, and fertilizer, necessary for those who carry on in 'this transient life'." Jim Emerson
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