Showing posts with label chance. Show all posts
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Monday, January 17, 2022

Blind Chance (Przypadek)















 






















Director Krzysztof Kieślowski (center)















BLIND CHANCE (Przypadek)           A                                                                                     aka: The Accident                                                                                                                Poland  (122 mi)  1981  d: Krzysztof Kieślowski

I don’t really know why there wasn’t any true description of Poland in the 1970’s in the other arts.  There wasn’t even a proper description of it in literature, and literature is easier to produce than film.  It’s not subject to censorship to the same degree although individual writers or individual books might be.  Yet films offered the best description of Poland.  At the end of 1970’s I realized that this description was limited, that we had reached these limits and that there was no point in describing this world any further.  A result is ‘Blind Chance,’ which is no longer a description of the outside world but rather of the inner world.  It’s a description of the powers which meddle with our fate, which push us one way or another.                                      —Krzysztof Kieślowski, 11 October* film & talk: Krzysztof Kieślowski – Blind Chance ...

Poland has the unfortunate distinction of having been invaded in 1939 by Nazi Germany from the West while also by Russia days later from the East, becoming the center of the Holocaust during the war, where Auschwitz will forever be linked with one of the worst atrocities in human history.  The population experienced horrific oppression by both occupying forces, with the Russians eventually prevailing afterwards, yet the aftermath left a moral void that still reverberates today, though Polish artists today enjoy Western-style freedom.  Context is essential with this film, as the director was born into the Poland of WWII, where it took him three tries to gain acceptance into the Łódź Film School, while this film is a product of the political anxiety of its time, going hand-in-hand with the long-exiled Nobel Laureate Czesław Miłosz (the prize awarded a year prior to the making of this film) and his book entitled The Captive Mind, a study of the capitulation of artists to the demands of Stalinism, as Krzysztof Kieślowski is one of the supreme artists in cinema and Polish history, where this revelatory work early in his career beautifully speaks to the malaise of a nation, introducing prevalent themes that are expanded in his later efforts, shot during the Russian communist occupation, yet remains timeless and strikingly modernist.  This film illuminates the intersection of fate, coincidence, and choice, suggesting chance rules our lives as much as choice does, examining how a single innocuous event can irrevocably alter our lives forever, offering three distinctly different outcomes in the life of a young medical student as he runs to catch a train in Łódź to Warsaw, none of which lead to a desirable result.  In one he joins the communist party, hoping to make an impact, defining himself by his commitment to the cause, yet he inadvertently harms the ones he loves the most, in another he’s arrested and sent to a labor camp where he bands together with associates he meets in an underground movement resisting the communist authority, yet is thoroughly ineffective, while in the third he returns to his life in Łódź and becomes a family man, establishing a successful medical career, yet he’s completely apolitical, refusing to take sides, nonetheless his life is deeply impacted in ways outside his control.  In each he establishes a different group of friends (with actors revolving into different roles), a different career, a different love interest, and takes on decidedly different political views, yet none bring him happiness.  Influenced by Fassbinder’s THE MARRIAGE OF MARIA BRAUN (1978), yet giving rise to Tom Tykwer’s Run Lola Run (Lolo Rennt) (1998), Kieślowski developed innovative narrative forms and stylistic methods to address pressing existential, moral, and political issues that reflected conditions in Poland at the time, living under the repressive Stalinist machinations of communism, a kind of outdated, old-world relic that transplanted itself to Poland, leaving few options, as individual free will in a totalitarian society is simply steamrolled out of existence, easily crushed under relentless pressure to conform.  Kieślowski began his career making short black and white documentaries, yet concluded making sumptuously elegant features, committed early on to the principles of realism, where this film reflects the moral dilemma of life under communism, where there really is no choice at all, as bowing down to the pressures of authority is the only available option, yet each new generation seeks an alternative path, one that doesn’t yet exist, overwhelmed by the absurdities of existence, as totalitarianism dominates every aspect of one’s life, where being suspicious of your neighbors is an everyday reality.  Ordinary people’s lives were constantly under pressure, followed and surveilled by the police or their thugs, apartments routinely ransacked searching for seditious activity, arrested and accused of crimes you did not commit, confessing what you know about others to police in hopes of alleviating some of that strain is often the one and only option.  Although the movie was made in 1981 on the eve of martial law, whereupon it was immediately banned, it had its premiere in 1987 in a censored form, screening at the Un Certain Regard section at Cannes (initially rejected as the work of a “local artist”), as the delay was caused by state-imposed censorship due to the film’s political content.  A recent restoration has returned the film to its original form, with one brief censored section of a police assault missing altogether, yet the sound remains.  The collapse of communism in 1989 was a major turning point, as films prior to that were all motivated by the strain of life under communism.  While other Polish filmmakers like Andrzej Wajda and Krzysztof Zanussi struggled to find funding and relevant subject material after 1989, Kieślowski’s career, long undervalued outside Poland, flourished, suddenly regarded as the vanguard of Eastern European art cinema, a worthy heir to Tarkovsky, discovering transnational cultural productions, where the worldwide acclaim for his film The Decalogue (Dekalog) (1988) led to international coproductions, with his last four films made largely outside of Poland, and predominantly in French, while broadening the ethical and metaphysical questions of his earlier films.   

During the communist period, Polish cinema served as an antidote to the propaganda of state television, never more strongly than the cinema of moral anxiety of the late 70’s, also known as cinema of moral unrest, a grouping of blunt yet stylistically unembellished films that brought attention to the social ills of the nation, where people find themselves isolated and alone in a corrupt and dishonest society, yet the period was short-lived due to the imposition of martial law in 1981.  Andrzej Wajda paid homage to Kieślowski, claiming “When we were lost and confused during martial law, he alone knew which path to follow.”  His methods, a pronounced existential strain both stylistically and narratively, exposing the uncertainties of life and the impossibility of judging the lives of others, had a profound influence on other European directors, perhaps none more than the austere work of Austrian director Michael Haneke, emotionally spare, fractured in perspective, using long takes to accentuate a heightened realism.  After the fall of communism in Eastern Europe and the formation of the European Union, Haneke’s films explored the increasing isolation of the individual in a fragmented Europe, with Kieślowski’s THREE COLORS TRILOGY (1993-94) sharing similar themes with Haneke’s Code Unknown (Code inconnu: Récit incomplet de divers voyages) (2000), both sharing the same French actress Juliette Binoche, with both offering an insightful, modernist perspective of Europe from an informed Central European identity.  Like his earlier works, this film has a documentary quality, yet its realization of a cyclical Sisyphus syndrome where the central protagonist is doomed to repeated mistakes succinctly sums up the Cinema of Moral Anxiety era, with its irrationality of existence, where the search for hope and meaning is absurdly thwarted by a morally bankrupt and dehumanizing system, where one lives and dies meaninglessly, no matter the circumstances.  Kieślowski places great faith in chance encounters, reminding us of the significance this plays in our lives, in the determination of our character, even in who we meet, and how we meet them, considering all the possible “what if?” variables that might have gone another way, yet each life is a mysterious intersection with the hands of fate, where this film is a reminder that had things gone differently at some point we could be living entirely different lives.  A disjointed series of seemingly unrelated incidents start the film in a shockingly well-made opening montage, providing something of an abstract historical backstory connecting the memory of the past to the present, including traumatic childhood incidents (some remembered inaccurately) and a primal scream evoking a terrifying sense of helplessness and despair, though their interconnectedness is not actually realized until the final shot.  Given a grim, social realist look by cinematographer Krzysztof Pakulski, his camera is cleverly utilized, more active than previous works, displaying a sensual sensibility, mixing eroticism with a warm humanism, but through it all Witek (Bogusław Linda) remains optimistic in leading a good life, an apparent reference to Voltaire’s Candide, whose sole existence is guided by living the best of all possible worlds.  In each of three narratives, he tries to make the best ethical choices, seeking to live meaningfully, where if he cannot change the world, he can at least do his best not to let the world change him, which under a totalitarian regime would be a remarkable achievement, yet the intrusion of reality as an unstoppable force intervenes each time defying his efforts, leaving him disillusioned and heartbroken, casting the entire film under a darkened shadow of negativity.  Each segment opens with renewed possibilities full of hopes and promise, where it looks like Witek is in a position to choose his own destiny, as if the future is in his hands, yet he gradually gets caught up in a chain of events, accidents, and misfortunes that leave him exhausted, disappointed, and morally depleted.  There is a pronounced element of fatalism, one of the most toxic side-effects of living in a totalitarian system, as it dangerously pollutes the subconscious, perhaps best represented by a scene on the train where Witek follows a prisoner to the restroom, offering him a chance to escape, but the prisoner instead capitulates and willingly returns back to the authorities.  Throughout the film, however, this apparent disillusion with humanity is met with an equally mystifying faith in it, a remarkable characteristic from this director. 

While Poland is a devoutly Catholic country, Kieślowski was an agnostic, yet according to fellow Polish director Agnieszka Holland, who knew him well, “Krzysztof is somebody who had an incredibly deep need to believe in something transcendental.  He did believe, but at the same time he wasn’t really a member of any church, and his relationships toward the religious were less theological than ethical and metaphysical.”  Kieślowski reveals in the 1993 book Kieślowski On Kieślowski, a conversation with Danusia Stok, “given the limitation of our knowledge and the imperfection of our intelligence, there’s no way we can gauge the reality or the gravity of sin, the extent of guilt.”  What this suggests is that the only way we can escape the Sisyphean futility of utter human despair is to accept, at least hypothetically, the existence of a metaphysical point of view where things make more sense, as otherwise we will never be able to get out of the suffocating framework of “chance.”  Interestingly, one of the predominant themes of the film is stated early on from Werner (Tadeusz Łomnicki, a former member of the Party’s Central Committee), an old communist Witek meets on the train, who articulates this notion of the exhaustion of hope:

Every generation has need of light.  It needs to know, or to believe that the world can be a better place.  This need…is like a drug.  Early in life, it brings joy, as light seems near, within reach.  At life’s end, it brings bitterness, as the light has grown distant.  During those 40 years, I lived through many things, and today I see it more distant than before. […] But…life without this hope, without this bitterness, wouldn’t be worth living.

It’s curious that at the time this film was finally released in Poland in 1987, along with several other previously banned films, Polish film critic Tadeusz Sobolewski described it as “a souvenir of the past,” viewing it as a “pessimistic philosophical parable on human destiny shaped by occurrences beyond individual control,” relatable, supposedly, only to those still behind the Iron Curtain.  Yet the film is not some outdated nihilistic relic, actually transcending any notion of time and national boundaries precisely because it could come to represent any point of living under oppression, where according to Dennis Lim’s Criterion essay, Blind Chance: The Conditional Mood, “the failures of the system remain secondary to the human-scale dilemmas of the individuals trapped within it.”  Witek in all three segments is basically the same person, a kind of everyman who is morally upright, honest, and virtuous, trying to make the best of his life, where he’s a decent human being irrespective of his politics or life choices.  What’s quite astonishing, particularly in comparison with Run Lola Run (Lolo Rennt), is that moral intent matters, and that ethical choices make a profound difference whether advocated by the great Russian novelists Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky or the Romantic Polish tradition of glorifying national martyrs, who are revered for believing in causes greater than themselves.  It is inevitable that all choices lead to death, where fate and death are interlinked, yet Kieślowski’s next film NO END (1985) is intrinsically a meditation on death and its haunting presence that continues to linger in our lives.  Yet what distinguishes this film is how essential ethical choice becomes in the human experience, elevating not only this film but the overall stature of Kieślowski as a filmmaker, as his films always feature philosophical journeys into the human spirit while demonstrating a concern for the moral and ethical implications of human action.  Accordingly, he confirmed his status as a major contemporary director with The Decalogue (Dekalog) (1988), an ambitious series of ten hour-long films funded by Polish television, telling stories loosely based on the Ten Commandments, yet set in the heart of the modern existentialist world.  This ambiguous criss-cross narrative surpasses, to a large extent, the formulaic restrictions of the cinema of moral unrest by introducing larger-than-life themes into the equation, becoming a philosophical quest for knowledge, an internal odyssey of changing configurations, where Witek’s life revolves around three women, Czuszka (Bogusława Pawelec), his first love, Werka (Marzena Trybała), the sister of a childhood friend, and finally Olga (Monika Gozdzik), a fellow medical student that he marries.  Yet in such an over-controlled authoritative society, making no choice at all is synonymous with the status quo, as it offers no resistance to the continued offenses of the state, where Witek’s success is achieved at the expense of others, with the director highlighting the randomness of choice in an amusing scene showing a Slinky on the stairs, coming to life as it gracefully slithers effortlessly downward step-by-step until it comes to a stop at the bottom where it “looks dead.”  A point of emphasis should be made regarding an isolated scene where two jugglers appear in an open courtyard, with Witek watching them in awe, as their skill in generating a neverending back-and-forth stream of balls in the air is simply unfathomable.  The significance of this scene may easily be overlooked, as it’s not really part of the overall narrative, but appears to stand on its own in the third segment, yet it has major ramifications.  Witek is told “They’ve been practicing for at least ten years…Seems no one in the world can juggle like that.”  What they represent is a vision of excellence bordering on perfection, an example of what people can achieve if they truly dedicate themselves, representing a supreme form of inner freedom.  Regardless of the political stratum, these two are unaffected, seemingly capable of juggling like that forever, as they are masters of their craft, where nothing breaks their concentration.  This may be a moment of enlightenment for Witek, perhaps envisioning himself as the best doctor he can become in his profession, where the pursuit of excellence is its own just reward.  In the second segment, Witek makes a religious transformation and asks to be baptized, yet still questions the existence of God.  This is arguably the most intensely religious sequence in the entire Kieślowski repertoire, as he breaks out into prayer afterwards, but asks only for God to “be there.”  While God may not have shown up yet in his life, this prayer sequence insures that there’s a place waiting for him in the future and he’s warning God to prepare for being present in that moment.  Even if only an abstract metaphysical notion, even if non-existent, God still plays a central role in our lives.  It’s an extraordinary inner awareness that emerges into the heart of the film, which is an inner dialogue we have with ourselves and those higher powers of our own choosing.  It serves as the Bressonian moment of transcendence, a cinematic connection to Au Hasard Balthazar (1966), one of the most unique of religious expressions.  While not as polished and as ravishingly beautiful as his later works, this gritty effort is remarkably complex and powerful, showing rare insight into a moment in history while setting the tone for the films that would follow, providing the emotional and dramatic genesis of his career.   

Saturday, January 1, 2022

2021 #10 Film of the Year Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy (Gûzen to sôzô)
















 
Director Ryûsuke Hamaguchi





















Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy (Gûzen to sôzô)         B                                                         Japan  (121 mi)  2021   d: Ryûsuke Hamaguchi           

Following on the footsteps of 2017 Top Ten List #1 Happy Hour (Happî Awâ) (2015) and Asako I & II (Netemo sametemo) (2018), Hamaguchi has released two films in the same year, DRIVE MY CAR (2021) which won the best screenplay award when it premiered at Cannes, and this film which won the Silver Bear for 2nd place at the Berlin Film Festival, with the Japanese title translating to “Coincidence and Imagination,” which might actually be better.  A set of three contemporary love stories in Japan loosely connecting different aspects of life for women, accentuating how relationships are influenced by chance, offering themes of failed love, loneliness, and regret, largely realized by long and extensive philosophical dialogues that both highlight and criticize various aspects of problems faced by Japanese society today.  Something along the lines of Rohmer’s Four Adventures of Reinette and Mirabelle (1987) or RENDEZ-VOUS IN PARIS (1995), both in structure and its reliance upon cleverly written dialogue, yet the jarring use of unspeakably honest language leads us to places we rarely visit in the modern world.  Never less than intriguing, delving into psychological mysteries and complex scenarios, three minimalist tales resemble short stories, where the opening actually describes them as “Ryûsuke Hamaguchi’s Short Stories,” each one expanding on themes of female identity, yet an interesting influence, according to the director in an interview with Filmmaker magazine in 2019 (Ryūsuke Hamaguchi on Solaris, Asako I & II and Japanese ...), in discussing his path to becoming a director, is that among his biggest revelations in film school was the introduction to Cassavetes films.

Before I entered college, I wasn’t necessarily thinking about that, I was just purely a cinephile, conventionally in love with Hollywood films—Tarantino, Wong Kar-wai, things called mini theater films in Japan.  But after I went to this film club in college and the cinephile culture just poured right in.  I think the biggest inception for me to becoming a director was watching Cassavetes…I thought Cassavetes’ films have more emotions with the performance.  That’s what I was more interested in.

The Cassavetes connection was curiously echoed again more recently this summer (Ryūsuke Hamaguchi on Cassavetes, Sci-Fi ... - The Film Stage), where he asserts a profound admiration, particularly for the film Husbands (1970).

I, of course, like silent films.  I also like French New Wave cinema—these are films that I watched as a student.  I found them in the cinema.  I also like classic Hollywood and Japanese films as well, but as you mentioned, Cassavetes really does have a special place in me.  When I was 20 years old I watched the film Husbands and it’s still my favorite film.  It’s one of those films where I feel the more times I watch it, there’s really no other film like it.

The reason I really loved the film when I was 20 is that I really felt that life was being portrayed in this film.  The protagonists of Husbands are three white males in their 40s, or something, so they would seem to me as if they were very separate from me.  However, I just felt in watching these characters that they were living a fuller life than I was.  When comparing the lives of what I saw on the screen against my own life, my own life started to feel more fake.  And it was the first time that I felt that way.  And very few films, other than these Cassavetes films, have really made me feel those things.

Now that I think back on it, a conclusion that I come to is that a Cassavetes film is not a film.  I make films because I like films.  But there’s a part of me that thinks so.  By saying that a Cassavetes film is not a film, what I mean is that I think the general sense of what a film is is that there’s a budget and then there’s a schedule and within the schedule you sort of use up the budget.  And that’s the broad system of how a film is made.  And perhaps Cassavetes is still part of that system.  However, I feel like at the end of the day his films kind of go beyond that systematic way of thinking.  And so he’s not making a film within this idea of budgets or within the idea of schedules, and because his films are so away from the systematic thinking we are able to see something that goes beyond that.  That’s something I finally understood once I was in my 30s, and while it still takes a lot of courage to try to get close to something like that, I’m still trying to attempt.

Hamaguchi studied at the Graduate School of Film and New Media at Tokyo University of the Arts where he graduated with a Masters in Film, studying under Hiroshi Takahashi and Kiyoshi Kurosawa, initially working on videos for television before film school, now known for making understated, exquisitely realized social dramas that accentuate the role of women in Japanese society.  In this feature, while not thematically related, each of the three segments feature the life of one woman bleeding into the life of another character, sort of blurring the lines between them, yet the highly intimate, explorative nature of the dialogue is what stands out, offering a few striking, awkwardly uncomfortable confrontations, continually delving into unexplored territory, creating combustible emotional moments, something of a rarity in Japanese films.  And one wonders if there is any director working today who is so in tune with women, as it’s one of the astonishing aspects of his filmmaking.  Each of the segments are connected by a short piece of classical piano music, the opening movement of Robert Schumann’s “Scenes from Childhood,” Schumann - Kinderszenen Op.15, "Scenes from Childhood" | Vladimir Horowitz YouTube (18:03).

Magic (or Something Less Assuring)

Opening at a photo shoot with fashion model Meiko (Kotone Furukawa), displaying a bubbly personality while obviously enjoying being the center of attention, yet a long scene follows in the darkened back seat of a cab ride featuring the confessional revelations of Meiko’s best friend Tsugumi (Hyunri) recounting the intimate details with a man she recently met, describing it enthusiastically as one magical night.  They simply talked through the night completely enraptured by each other, Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy (Guzen to sozo) new clip from Berlin Film Festival 2021 - 1/4 YouTube (3:06), while openly acknowledging being hurt from an earlier relationship where his girlfriend cheated on him and broke his heart, so he wanted to take things slowly, yet the instant chemistry made her a little afraid of what might happen when they meet again.  Would it disappoint, or would they pick up right where they left off, rekindling that same electricity, while also perplexed by the idea, “Feeling at ease isn’t the same as romance.”  These kinds of questions both haunted and consumed her as an abstract bouquet of different colored nocturnal city lights could be seen out the back window as they spoke.  But the night was not done, as Meiko surprises the worksite of Kazuaki (Ayumu Nakajima), an interior design company executive alone in his office with a secretary, sending her home when Meiko arrives, not exactly sure what would happen.  This entire episode feels like a flare-up of hurt feelings from a previous relationship that went wrong, with Meiko sarcastically asking him about that “magical night” with her friend Tsugumi (“a terrible coincidence, isn’t it?”), indicating he wasn’t exactly truthful, where it can be jarring hearing about your life from somebody else’s perspective, delving into unusually difficult territory as the two drudge up long forgotten resentments and feelings for each other while trading barbs and insults, reverting to an open display of emotional fireworks that recalls Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966), where language becomes assaultive, while also discussing possible implications with Tsugumi, with Meiko dangerously treading into unwelcome territory, blindsiding her friend behind her back while bulldozing into what is clearly not her business, Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy (Guzen to sozo) new clip from Berlin Film Festival 2021 - 2/4 YouTube (2:56).  A few days later, Meiko and Tsugumi are sitting in a café at the window discussing Tsugumi’s anticipated follow-up evening with Kazuaki when he unexpectedly walks by and decides to awkwardly join them.  What follows toys with our perceptions, with the director offering two completely different scenarios, one that is boldly shocking followed by a completely different finale shortly afterwards, each suggesting how differently influenced our lives could be by the decisions we make. 

Door Wide Open

Easily the most controversial of the three, yet its willingness to tread into sexually risqué language over an extended period is a bit shocking, yet there are devious behind-the-scenes implications with this one, where university professors have to keep their doors open because of new sensibilities around sexual harassment.  Delving into hidden motivations and desires, students at a university are shocked to see a student in a prostrating bow literally beg Professor Segawa (Kiyohiko Shibukawa) to change his grade, creating a disturbing scene of shame and abject humiliation, followed shortly afterwards by an equally unpleasant sexual encounter.  Nao (Katsuki Mori), an older student in her 30’s is largely ignored by the younger students, except one, Sasaki (Shouma Kai), with whom she is having a sexual affair, yet he appears to hold her age in contempt, nonchalantly heaping unending emotional abuse upon her, and then smugly laughing about it, yet she doesn’t leave, internalizing her own guilt and low self-esteem, apparently enthralled by his good looks and mesmerized by the hold he has on her.  He suggests she entice the professor with a honey pot, luring him into an uncompromising position that would get him fired, where he would have the last laugh, apparent payback for that earlier incident.  While she initially refuses, he sadistically keeps up the pressure, so we later see her meekly pay a visit to the professor shortly after winning the prestigious Akutagawa Prize, one of the most sought after literary awards, though clearly she has calculating intentions.  After having him sign his book, Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy (Guzen to sozo) new clip from Berlin Film Festival 2021 - 3/4 YouTube (3:04), she reads an extended pornographic passage, closing the door behind her, as if ensnaring the professor with his own words, but he opens the door again, not wanting to create the appearance of hiding something.  The motivations taking place here are deeply complex, where she may have initially wanted to trap the professor, a man she admires, but when he allows her to keep reading while maintaining an icy calm, her intentions seem to have shifted from vengeance to eroticism, entering very dangerous territory, curious about her own changing identity, where the professor is openly candid and supportive, expressing an interest in her life and trying to offer helpful suggestions.  Shocking in its brazenly uncompromising sexuality, revealing an intricately shifting power dynamic, it’s also strangely mysterious and like nothing else, clearly showing a unique underside of human nature, taking each of them (and us) by surprise.  While their shared embrace of candid sexual vernacular and personal detail is continually awkward, neither one seems embarrassed or put-off, though this is very adult stuff and completely outside the realms of professor-student talks.  A lapse in judgment happens only afterwards, and purely by accident, as there is a fast forward chance encounter on the train five years later between Nao, whose life has gone absolutely nowhere, and Sasaki, now a successful literary editor, though the irony is that he doesn’t actually read books.  The fortunes of the two men have reversed, though viewers are well-aware that Sasaki is entitled, overly superficial and shallow, a conniving and thoroughly contemptible human being, yet fate has somehow handed him undeserved rewards. 

Once Again

In what may be the most intriguing segment, feeling the most personal, it is one of the few times this extremely conscientious director has extensively examined underlying gay themes, probing the underlying affects of repressed desire, this is a beautifully written tale of mistaken identity, honestly probing the power of memory, where one character’s deep-seeded loneliness and another’s loveless relationship converge to examine primary lesbian instincts, thwarted in one character at an early age, but never forgotten, playing out in an entirely different scenario many years later.  The third episode takes place in a future setting that does not indicate a sci-fi setting, only that all forms of digital life have been erased overnight by a global computer virus, essentially dismantling all phones and computers, returning the world to a forgotten era of communication, where messaging is done through mail delivery while eradicating all computer-based employment, sending millions out of work.  Moka (Fusako Urabe), is a middle-aged woman who attends a 20-year high school reunion, but never finds the person she was hoping to meet, yet coincidentally runs into her the next day going the opposite direction on the Sendai subway station escalator, both highly surprised to see each other, where they decide to retreat to the home of Nana (Aoba Kawai) for some tea.  But when Moka begins confessing her personal regrets and sense of loss from not seeing her in twenty years, Nana senses she doesn’t really know this woman and stops her in her tracks, questioning who she is, discovering they don’t actually know each other, Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy (Guzen to sozo) new clip from Berlin Film Festival 2021 - 4/4 YouTube (2:56).  It’s an embarrassing and demoralizing mistake, yet Nana can clearly see how important this is to her, so she encourages her to say more, with Moka describing deeply felt feelings for another female student in high school, yet she was too confused and anxious at the time to say anything, and it’s only now that she realizes just how much she matters, a love she has never replaced.  Describing the emptiness she feels, “You must have a hole with nothing to fill it.  We must be connected through this hole.”  The more she reveals, emotional barriers between them seem to vanish, as they discuss their regrets, mistakes, and the new realities of their very different lives.  Nana lives in a large and beautiful home, yet it feels empty, as she married for comfort, not out of love, sensing her own desparation, confessing “Time is slowly killing me.”  Without realizing it, they both sense something greater than themselves with the other person, yet they are total strangers.  Comprised of long takes with a slowed tempo, both women let out feelings they have long kept bottled up, yet each comforts and seems to be restoring something in the other as well, a renewed sense of self-worth.  As truth and fiction merge, a different kind of truth is discovered, shifting the trajectory of the story entirely, becoming an exploration of the kind of world we wish could exist, with deeply felt connections, instead caught up in the daily hardships of living, where inner desires and long forgotten dreams are simply abandoned and never realized.