Showing posts with label Matatoshi Nagase. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Matatoshi Nagase. Show all posts

Thursday, February 28, 2019

Review - Cold Fever

February 28, 2019

Cold Fever – Iceland,1996

Looking at Iceland on the map, it is impossible not to notice its isolation. Uniquely positioned between Europe and Greenland, its freezing temperature and harsh conditions likely made it a temporary stop for nomads on their way to warmer, greener, less punishing lands. There are a few reasons why writers might set a narrative is such a country. It goes without saying that one on them is that the writer indeed intends for the story to be set in that particular place, and therefore goes out of his way to depict that place and its people as authentically as possible. Another possibility is that the writer means for the location to stand for an extreme, for example, lawlessness, immorality, or undying romance. I suspect that the latter explains why writers Jim Stark and Fridrik Thor Fridrikson, who also directed the film, set Cold Fever in Iceland.

Having never been to the country myself, I have no way of knowing if anything we see in Cold Fever is based on reality. I suspect that a lot of it is, yet there are also moments that seem as if they are taking place in a fairy tale or 1970s gangster film. On the surface, the film is a straightforward story about a man seeking to do one last good deed for his deceased parents. On another, it is a journey into a fantasy world like Neverland or Oz, one where oddness reigns supreme and exact explanations may be hard to come by.

The film’s central character is Hirata (Masatoshi Nagase), a Japanese businessman with plans to play tons of golf while vacationing in Hawaii. I like the way the film establishes the monotony of Hirata’s daily life and the pressure he gets at his job. It is also strongly hinted that Hirata’s interest in golf is pragmatic, a hobby picked up as a means of impressing his golf-obsessed boss. Early on, we learn that it is also the seventh anniversary of the death of Hirata’s parents, and, more importantly, that a particular ceremony must be performed near the spot of their deaths if they are going to rest in peace. Hirata insists he won’t change his plans, but soon there he is on a plane to Iceland. The woman sitting next to him on the plane assures him, “You’re going to love it. Everybody does.”  Rarely do sentiments such as these signal a series of happy events, at least not initially.

What follows are a series of often entertaining encounters, many of which Hirata does not fully understand, and as a result of this, we don’t either. For example, early on Hirata finds himself waiting in a cab for the driver to return after declaring that he had to make a pit stop. However, after entering the building the driver went into, Hirata is astonished to find him surrounded by a crowd of people in the middle of what appears to be a religious ceremony. Some films would follow such a scene up with an explanation, one from which the listener – and, by extension, the audience – would learn something valuable about the local culture. Here, Hirata just unloads his suitcase and walks the rest of the way to Reykjavik.

Hirata also meets a number of eclectic characters. Among others, there is a funeral collector, a woman who accosts Hirata at a bar and informs him that they have a psychic connection, and two American hitchhikers who have a rather peculiar way of communicating when they have disagreements. Not all of these characters impact Hirata’s journey directly, yet cumulatively, they craft Iceland into a land that attracts oddities and is populated by some of the most jovial and musical residents you’re likely ever to see in a live-action film.

As Hirata’s surreal, often humorous journey reaches its conclusion, it begins to resemble one of those ancient Greek plays in which a journey is a metaphor for a descent into a far lonelier state of being. Sure, Hirata may be surrounded by people throughout the film, but the last leg must be completed alone. And this is as it should be. Hirata’s journey is ultimately a personal one, and it is fitting that his final act is committed in isolation after having successfully completed one final trial. In this, the film bears some resemblance to Greek tragedy. However, it should be noted that Homer’s heroes never encountered anything like the Headquarters of Icelandic Cowboys or drank a national drink called Black Death.

I half expected the film to end with Hirata running into some of the people he met earlier in the film, but the film is smarter than that. Life rarely gives us two coincidences involving the same stranger, so instead the film ends with an image that viewers conversant in film symbolism will recognize instantly. I won’t reveal what it is, but it made me see the film in a new way. Sure, there are elements that will remind viewers of the films of Jim Jarmusch or recent films like Francis Ha and A Coffee in Berlin, yet the final image made me think of classic westerns, and I was reminded how many of them have plots similar to that of Cold Fever.

Cold Fever includes some incredibly impressive visuals, many of which help us understand just what Hirata is up against. We see weather conditions so severe that we can scarcely see very far in front of us. In other moments, we get a good sense of how wide and imposing the snow-covered terrain is. In fact if I had walked in on a few of these scenes, I would have thought the film was set on an alien world, and that the film was about a man battling the elements to survive. One of my favorite moments comes when Hirata drives past a waterfall flowing through a frozen mountain. I was truly awed.  

I have written about Cold Fever before. It is a film I first learned of from an episode of Siskel & Ebert, and I’d been looking for it ever since. In one of my Musings on Movies, I wrote about my futile attempts to find it at a store I knew only sold copied films. Fortunately, the film was released on DVD and Blu-ray in the UK; regrettably, all versions, including the VHS release in the US, appear to be out of print. It is depressing when great films disappear, but such are the times we live in. (on DVD and Blu-ray in Region B/2; now out of print)

3 and a half stars

*Cold Fever is in Japanese, English, and Icelandic.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Review - Kano

September 10, 2015

Kano – Taiwan, 2014

Were it released in the United States, I have no doubt that Umin Boya’s Kano would be compared to 1986’s Hoosiers. After all, both films are underdog stories about teams from rural areas led by coaches carrying a great deal of mental baggage. They are also both based on true stories, and each of them inspires pride in the places where they occurred. Hoosiers is often referred to as one of the greatest sports movies of all time, while some local reviewers and bloggers have praised Kano as being a masterpiece. This is not a sentiment that I share entirely.

Kano is the true story of a bunch of high school students in 1931. They are from different backgrounds, most being Japanese, the others of Chinese and Taiwanese descent. Part of Kano’s legend is that these young men put all traces of ethnic strife and separatism behind them, came together, and formed one heck of a baseball team. In fact, the team is referred to time and time again as a “motley crew,” partly because of their ethnic make-up and partly, I suppose, due to the fact that don’t win a single game before their amazing 1931 season.

Given such a set up, it would seem only natural for the early parts of the film to detail how they came together, yet Kano goes in a different direction. When we first see the young men who will eventually comprise the team, almost all of them are at a makeshift field playing together and having quite a grand old time. They’re not very good, but they enjoy the game and seem to have quite a devotion to it. They catch the attention of Hyotaro Nagase (Masatoshi Nagase), a disgraced former player in Japan, and he is roped into coaching them. The first half of the film is devoted much more to this character than the players on the team, although we do get to know one player pretty well. That character is Akira Go (Yu-ning Tsao), who will eventually become Kano’s ace on the mound, as well as their clean-up hitter.

This leaves the film little time to develop any of its other supporting characters. A teacher who supports the team is not given much to do other than spout whimsical explanations concerning the growing of papayas, the love of Go’s young life only appears in a few scenes and never becomes more than a footnote, and Go’s teammates are denied the screen time necessary for them to distinguish themselves fully. If there is a real difference in their characters, I could never put my finger on it. Even Nagase’s wife remains aloof. The film devotes a few scenes to depicting her as a woman understandably more worried about feeding her own family than feeding her husband’s players. However, soon we see her bringing noodles for the team without ever knowing how this was managed, especially considering all the talk of food rationing.

Much of the first part of the film is mainly devoted to the team’s training and improvement. Interesting, this development is paralleled nicely with the completion of an irrigation canal, the importance of which is apparent even to the young boys. The canal’s chief architect received the kind of attention that modern teenagers usually reserve for pop stars. The second half of the film details the team’s effort to win a high school baseball tournament in Japan. This half has a brisker pace than the first, yet it occasionally gets bogged down by the very games that are supposed to deliver the thrills. It is one things to show a pivotal moment in the fifth inning, quite another to show the first three batters of a game strike out. Viewers not fascinated by the ins and outs of baseball may find some of these scenes tedious. Personally, I felt too much time was spent on inconsequential moments that could easily have been edited out or put together into a much compacter montage.

It is in the second half that the film brings up the multiethnic make-up of the team, yet the film does little with this. In fact, the film’s sole villain, a reporter who questions how the team can work together so well given the “inferior” nature of some of its players, does a complete about-face in no time at all and is soon proclaiming the wonder of the little team that could. That’s nothing. In the film’s final moments, Kano is described in even more glowing terms, and you’re left with one of those false Rocky IV-type moments, in which an entire country is supposedly given a new way of looking at racial harmony and camaraderie. Perhaps it really happened this way, yet if so, there is nothing in the film to hint at the unfulfilled promise of the crowd’s emotional words. War came anyway.

In short, Kano is a somewhat by-the-books sports film that tries hard to be about more than it is. In this endeavor, it only partially succeeds. I admired the way it recreates 1930s Taiwan and takes the audience through the changes that were taking place at that time. I also enjoyed the film’s exploration of Coach Nagase, while still feeling that it was somewhat incomplete, and I enjoyed the drama of the final tournament, for I did not know going into the film whether the team was victorious or not. There is real emotion in the film’s final hour, and I felt myself rooting for this team. Is the film perfect? Not by any stretch of the imagination. In addition to what has previously been mention, I also had trouble with the film’s clunky bookends, which seemed to me entirely superfluous. However, the film has heart and joy. It is inspirational in every way that a sports film should be, and I found myself heartened by the fact that so many of the people portrayed in the film went on to have great careers in baseball or to do admirable things outside of sports. The film may not be Hoosiers, but that’s alright. Kano does enough right to stand on its own and deserve to be seen. (on DVD and Blu-ray in Asia)

3 stars

*Kano is in Japanese and Min Nan with English subtitles. The subtitles are occasionally problematic.