June 18, 2020
H Story – Japan,
2001
The Wikipedia page for Alain Resnais’s seminal film Hiroshima mon amour contains the
following footnote: “In 2001, Japanese film director Nobuhiro Suwa directed a
remake, titled H Story.” It is
inaccurate. H Story is actually about
a director attempting to remake the film and how his efforts are thwarting by
his talented, but temperamental lead actresses and by the director’s own lack
of vision and feeling for the subject matter. It is therefore about the failure
to remake a classic, and, oddly enough, it is a victim of its own aloofness.
The first hour of Suwa’s film consists mainly of long scenes
of filming. In fact, the film opens with French actress Beatrice Dalle (here playing
herself and giving quite an effective performance) and Hiroaki Umano (also
playing himself) re-enacting the famous scene of the lovers in bed after a
night of passion. We also see bits of other scenes – a few seconds of a shower,
a brief scene of them descending a staircase, a longer conversation in the
hallway outside a hotel room. In between these scenes, we see a movie clap
board in action, watch the director (or at least the back of him) give
instructions to the cast, and hear his desires converted back into French by
Beatrice’s translator. In one scene, we hear Beatrice reveal to Umano that she
is growing increasingly disenchanted with the film and, in particular, the
methods of its director, not surprisingly played by Suwa himself.
So, just what is there to do with such a set-up? Conventional
storytelling would call for the introduction of either a friendship or a romance,
something that would awaken Beatrice to the beauty of Hiroshima and teach her
something about, let’s say, the importance of bouncing back from adversity, and
the likely catalyst for this would be Beatrice’s co-star, if for no other
reason than the amount of screen time he is given. Suwa goes in a different
direction, though. He introduces a screenwriter-actor named Kou Machida (here
playing himself), who is also interested in learning more about the long-term
impact of the atomic bomb on Hiroshima. Machida is introduced in an
excruciatingly long and meandering scene in which he quizzes the director about
his motives for relying on Resnais’s shooting script and asks whether he thinks
today’s actors can adequately understand the emotions of the characters
depicted in Resnais’s film, the implication being that those who did not personally
experience something cannot adequately convey it on screen.
Thus, instead of Beatrice bonding with the man she has
probably spent tons of time with, she begins hanging out with Machida, and this
would be somewhat reasonable were if not for the fact that neither of them can
speak the other’s language. No problem, you say, just make their relationship
purely physical. Well, that might have worked, but it takes much more to
establish that than a trip to a museum dedicated to artists inspired by the
atomic bombing of their city, a visit to the beach – in which they stand so far
apart that you’d think they were trying to avoid a virus – and a long walk down
a popular street frequented by young musicians and dancers. And it takes direct
acknowledgement of an uncontainable attraction, not slightly humorous
conversations in which they frequently concede that the other person can’t
understand them.
Put bluntly, almost nothing about H Story works. It does not have anything to say about the wisdom or
foolishness of remaking a classic. It has an opportunity to comment upon the
difficulty of bringing one’s cinematic visions to fruition, but squanders it. It
never seriously attempts to explore whether Hiroshima
mon amour still speaks to moviegoers the way it did upon its initial
releases, and its exploration of young people’s disconnect from the events of
the Second World War remains woefully incomplete. By the end of the film, I
completely sympathized with Beatrice. I too had no idea what Suwa was doing.
(on DVD in Region 3)
1 and a half stars
*H Story is in
Japanese and French with English subtitles.
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