AKA: Collage of our Lives
Ryoko Hirosue ... Satonaka
Ryuhei Matsuda ... Makato Segawa
Eiko Koike ... Aya
Dominic Marcus ... Cassius (as Maakusu Dominiku)
Ren Osugi ... Director
Gregory Pekar ... James Bond
Stephanie Wang ... Convoy
Laura Windrath ... Girl in NY church
Makoto Segawa is a pretty hopeless commercial photographer. Hating to compromise his artistry, his work is often rejected by the trite concerns of his commerce. One day he gets into a fight with an ad. exec. throws caution to the wind and decks the client with a punch.
Out of work, his world is thrown into complete turmoil by the arrival of a letter from his ex-girlfriend, Shizuru, his first love from his student days...
Back then, Shizuru was "the" girl on campus. She seemed to know everyone, flirted with many and was chased by most. Then there were the rumours about her affair with her professor. Makoto, on the other hand, was a poor nobody harbouring dreams of becoming a professional photographer.
After a chance meeting, Shizuru asks Makoto to take a picture of her. They grow close, and eventually become lovers. A small rainbow at a water fountain, soap bubbles in a laundromat, a blinking traffic signal, a bright balloon caught on a wire... Makoto's mundane world becomes filled with small wonders. Regaining his passion to capture every moment of life, he launches himself back into photography.
Shizuru's mother passes away. It turns out she is the illegitimate child of the professor who she is rumoured to be sleeping with. It's a revenge ploy on her part. She confesses everything to Makoto and he glimpses beyond the strong front she has maintained to protect her mother. Shizuru's strength of will, refusal to pity herself and thirst for revenge against the professor's dishonesty, inspire him. For the first time in her life she allows someone near. They grow closer than ever and she moves in with him.
Graduation looms to interrupt their student idyll. Shizuru, having taken up photography to share something with the reticent Makoto, receives recognition in a photo competition. Makoto is bewildered by Shizuru's achievement. Unable to face up to his own shortcomings, he picks a fight. They end up separating with Shizuru extracting a promise from the sulky Makoto that he will come for her when he has fulfilled his dream of becoming a professional photographer.
That was all three years ago. The promise still not fulfilled, Makoto has been scraping together a living but every day has been a compromise of his vision.
Then comes the fight with his client. He breaks his camera, fractures bones in his hand and is on the verge of turning his back on everything.
At this point he learns that Shizuru was killed in New York, a year before. It makes no sense. According to the letter, things were fine. Not only was she taking loads of pictures, she also invited Makoto to a private exhibition at an exclusive gallery. The postmark is only a week old.
Makoto leaves for New York to find out what the hell is going on. With Shizuru apparently on her way to success and Makoto at rock-bottom, theirs is sure to be a fateful encounter. It's time to deal with unfinished business.
He begins his search. After being mugged he is taken in by a benevolent drug-dealer. With this guy's help he finds Shizuru's apartment and learns from a Japanese friend of hers that she has apparently left for a photo tour of Mexico. Her room is full of fabulous pictures of the people of New York and life on its bustling streets.
However there are contradictions that he can't figure out. It seems that Shizuru's claim to be holding a private exhibition might be a fiction concocted to scam money from unsuspecting benefactors...himself included.
He decides to puts his faith in her and continues to help putting on the exhibition in her absence. Almost without thinking, he resumes taking photographs. Inspired by her example, his feel for the small wonders of life is resurrected and through this process he aches for Shizuru's presence in his life once more.
He continues to pursue the mystery of Shizuru's whereabouts. Vital clues on an old roll of undeveloped film lead him and his drug dealer buddy to a place where the murder of an unknown Japanese girl is rumoured to have taken place some months before. No sooner do they begin their investigation when shots ring out!
When the smoke clears, Makoto will have all the pieces of the puzzle in his grasp and a knowledge of Shizuru's fate. She is indeed dead but he couldn't have imagined the culprit in his wildest dreams.
With Shizuru gone, he resolves to leave New York. Taking a last look over her apartment, he is dumbstruck to see Shizuru standing before him. "You've finally kept our promise. I waited a long time... You said you'd come for me when you made it as a professional photographer." She smiles. "Thank you... Makoto." And with these words, she is gone.
As Makoto heads through the airport to catch his plane for Japan, a stranger stops him. It seems that the exhibition went ahead without him thinking any further of it. In a fated case of mistaken identity, it seems he is credited with taking Shizuru's photographs.
Stalled for a moment, he is faced with the decision to right the misconception or pick up her life where it left off. In a testament to their love, he makes the most natural choice and binds their identities together forever. Shizuru and Makoto become one, at last.~asianmediawiki
Okey dokey! I love Matsuda Ryuhei! I thought he did a wonderful job...EXCEPT...his English, while understandable was not spoken the way it should have. Emphasis was placed on the wrong words. The English was 70% of this movie as he narrated it in ENGLISH. LOL! But the acting was superb!
Other than the spoken English, I had another problem with this movie. Why is it that the Japanese producers hire "F" rated American actors for their movies when English speaking people are needed. I cringed everytime they acted...or what they called acting. I guess the Japanese people while watching this movie will not see or understand the overacting, crappy skill that is placed on the screen. And I guess it could be said vice versa for an English speaking person watching a Japanese film and not notice the same thing. I guess?
The girl who played Aya...sucked! To the extreme. Now that was some overacting when she went loony on Makato. That took away from the serious and sad part of the ending.
I have to say the sister movie, Heavenly Forest aka Tada, Kimi wo Aishiteru, was far better in the romantic, tragic romance. I cried for hours after that movie and fell madly in love, even more so, with Tamaki Hiroshi!!
This movie while acted enormously well, and yes Ryu-kun sort of smiled in parts, was not able to grip the viewer at the heart-wrenching climax as Heavenly Forest did. I will say I did cry at the end but it was because Ryu-kun's expression of love was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen!!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
AKA: Collage of our Lives