Showing posts with label poetic. Show all posts
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Wednesday, June 10, 2026

Blue Heron



 









Writer/director Sophy Romvari

director on the set










BLUE HERON          B                                                                                                       Hungary  Canada  (90 mi)  2025  d: Sophy Romvari

What drew me to this film, awarded the best debut feature at Locarno and best Canadian feature at the Toronto Film Fest, was the locale, having been to Vancouver Island in the Pacific Northwest, surprisingly at the exact same time frame in the late 90’s as the film, before the prevalence of cellphones and GPS, where one of the highlights was the abundance of indigenous art to be found, especially in the galleries of the small town of Tofino on the western coast, where the ruggedness of the terrain and the enormous Douglas Fir and cedar trees is nothing less than remarkable, growing three times faster near salmon rivers that enrich the soil, while also attracting thousands of eagles and grizzly bears, creating a harmonious blend of nature and wildlife.  This film, however, ignores that entirely and takes place mostly in the urban environment of Nanaimo on the eastern coast overlooking the Georgia Straight, just a ferry’s ride away from Vancouver, though, as is often the case in films, much of it was actually shot in North Vancouver.  Not to be confused with Miyazaki’s The Boy and the Heron (Kimitachi wa dô ikiru ka) (2022), this is actually more along the lines of Lynne Ramsay’s We Need to Talk About Kevin (2011), or Jane Campion’s Sweetie (1989), but without the artistic firepower, featuring a morose, acutely disturbed teenage boy wreaking emotional havoc on his family, yet initially he just seems like any other moody, disaffected, and self-absorbed teenage kid whose anti-social rebelliousness manifests itself by inappropriately acting out, creating chaos out of nothing, drawing attention to himself and those around him, straining the family dynamic, yet he’s never viewed as a villain, always perceived as just a kid who’s also capable of displaying moments of tenderness.  Loosely diagnosed with “oppositional defiant disorder,” literally rebelling against authority, yet this barely scratches the surface, as intervention fails miserably, leaving the parents in despair, having to deal with an underlying anxiety that permeates their core existence, but leaving them feeling helpless by knowing so little about it, which is only magnified by the children’s inability to understand, knowing something is wrong but not knowing what to do about it, as there was limited knowledge and few available resources to address this kind of situation at the time, eventually recommending placement with a foster family, which lingers like a death in the family.  In reality, Romvari lost two older brothers in early adulthood, both struggling with mental illness, tragedies that may have inspired this film, forged out of grief and love.  Written by the director, shot by Maya Bankovic, subtly told from the point of view of a young 8-year old girl, Sasha (Eylul Guven), she is part of a Hungarian-Canadian family of six who move to British Columbia’s Vancouver Island in the late 90’s, where initially nothing out of the ordinary occurs, establishing a natural rhythm and flow, as characters move in and out of view as we get accustomed to the normal patterns of life, with an introverted photographer husband (Ádám Tompa) who mostly stays out of the fray by burying himself in work on his desktop computer, leaving a beleaguered mother (Iringó Réti) with way too much responsibility looking after the children on her own, leaving her frustrated, at her wit’s end, and emotionally exhausted.  He notably does bring the children into the dark room to develop photographs, as they watch with wonderment at what feels like magic when the images suddenly appear out of nothing.     

As we are lured into their familiar routines, going to the beach, watching cartoons or National Geographic animal episodes, making paper boats in the sink, playing in the sprinkler outside on the lawn, inflating water balloons, spraying one another with the garden hose, or jumping on the trampoline, no one personality stands out, but the oldest teenage boy Jeremy (Edik Beddoes), the only child born from the mother’s previous relationship, is much older and towers over the other children, consisting of two boys about the same age as Sasha, but as time goes on he gets to be a handful, never listening to his parents, ignoring them completely while acting suspiciously as his behavior grows more erratic, becoming increasingly dangerous, precariously walking on the roof, breaking windows with his hand, disappearing frequently for long periods of time, remaining aloof and isolated, barely ever uttering a word, with no interactions and no friends to speak of, mostly keeping to himself, viewed at the time as a “problem child,” a loaded expression from the 90’s.  Loosely based on her own immigrant experience, drawing upon her own family life, as her parents and three brothers all moved from Hungary to British Columbia a year before she was born, the director has been making short documentaries since 2011 before making her first feature, which enlarges the canvas, yet there’s an understated quietness to the film, filled with distance and space between incidents, where it’s not about narrative coherence but establishing an interior mood in a diary-like series of reflections on childhood memories where she literally bears her soul, shining a light on what was the elephant in the room growing up.  Featuring a “haze of a languid summer” atmosphere, reminiscent of Lucrecia Martel’s LA CIÉNAGA (2001), heavily emphasizing silence, ambient sound, and the emotional weight of memory, we follow the parents struggling to understand, not knowing what to do, yet we also get glimpses of reality through the eyes and ears of Sasha, whose own innocence is mixed with instability and uncertainty, where beauty and trauma exist side by side, as she starts to notice cracks in her family’s dynamics as they struggle to help their troubled teenage son, Clip Blue Heron subtitulado YouTube (1:21).  While there’s an ominous undertone beneath the placid surface, what remains questionable is whether this film is too distanced, never really allowing viewers in, so the characters may feel too far away to become emotionally invested.  Given that amount of personal intimacy, however, one of the scenes that stands out is a poignant, magical-realist epilogue toward the end of the film, a “last day” scenario within the childhood home for Jeremy, scored to the hauntingly elegant Adagio movement of Beethoven’s 5th piano concerto, Piano Concerto No. 5 in E-Flat Major, Op. 73: II. Adagio un ... YouTube (9:23), offering a sense of grandeur to the uncomfortable, allowing for a poetic reckoning with a family’s painful history, which elevates the moment, remaining imprinted in our imaginations, revealing art can provide additional perspectives, but not answers.  Only late in the film do we learn that Jeremy is a unique artist, with precise, color-coded, architectural-detailed drawings that map city neighborhoods, literally exploring a subjective artistic world rarely, if ever, featured.

Thematically linked to Romvari’s short film Still Processing (2020), an extended artistic inquiry into her own family history, something she describes as “memory retrieval,” in this case concerning a brother with profound emotional and mental health problems, music is curated to reflect a haunting evocative score and personal nostalgia, as if sourced from her father’s home videos.  Despite the personal nature of the film, it never feels forced, and instead reflects the fragmented memories of lived experiences, where it feels as if information is intentionally concealed from us, leaving only small snippets of a larger picture, where it’s easy to get caught up in the simple pleasures of growing up in the pre-cellphone, pre-internet 90’s, balancing the concerned viewpoints of the parents against the freewheeling style of the children, where playing with the sprinkler in the yard holds a certain nostalgic fascination, but then a more distressing situation occurs when Jeremy is brought home in handcuffs by the police for shoplifting, Clip 2 Blue Heron subtitulado YouTube (1:45), opening our eyes to a distress signal, a cry for help, which largely goes unanswered, as therapy sessions are unsuccessful.  But then something radically strange occurs, as the entire movie gets re-contextualized, growing more experimental, knocking the audience off-balance, which is a daring move, with the film jumping ahead twenty years, where time literally collapses, without any hints or reveals other than the use of cellphones are prevalent.  Suddenly we see Sasha as an adult (Amy Zimmer), though nothing informs us of this shift, as she’s taken an interest in exploring this earlier segment of her life that she couldn’t understand at the time, becoming both an observer and participant within her own memories, thoughtfully searching for a bridge between our experiences growing up and our reflections looking back on it, exploring her father’s photographs and videos, always filming what she discovers.  Searching for a better understanding of her troubled brother, specifically interested in how treatment programs may have advanced in evaluating Jeremy’s condition, she films the opinions of actual psychologists and therapists, yet it remains ambiguous right to the end, revealing in an opening voiceover, “It’s true I spent most of my life being angry at him.  The older I get, the more I feel like I never even knew him at all.  My image of him now, I know, falls flat compared to reality.”  Clearly wrestling with something that cannot be fully understood, never providing any clear answers, yet always remaining empathetic, Romvari uses a pseudo-documentary style of filmmaking to pay an elegiac tribute to her brother’s life, veering into Terrence Malick 2011 Top Ten Films of the Year #1 The Tree of Life realms with the expansive music of Brian Eno, Brian Eno - An Ending (Ascent) (Remastered 2019) YouTube (4:21), which plays as an adult Sasha is seen walking along the water with the Jeremy of her youth, literally becoming the filmmaker the director has become before our eyes, but never directly making that connection, instead it’s merely hinted at through poetic imagery.  In this sense, the film bears a remarkable resemblance to the visual language and evocative time shift at the end of Charlotte Wells’ 2023 Top Ten List #7 Aftersun, as both films weave memory and imagination into attempts to understand a family member that remains forever outside our grasp.  The director, on Letterboxd, listed a number of films of influence, Films that influenced Sophy Romvari's 'Blue Heron', many of which reflect a 1970’s naturalism, home movie aesthetics, and intimate family dramas, citing the performance-driven focus of John Cassavetes, the zoom lens usage of Robert Altman, and personal, nostalgic memory-focused work, with her parents’ own creative backgrounds and home videos deeply shaping her style.  Interestingly, after each night of production she’d read at least one chapter of Ray Carney’s 2001 book Cassavetes On Cassavetes.  There’s also an Éric Rohmer Le Rayon Vert (Summer) (1986) magical moment with a flashing light image seen near the end (purely unintentional, it seems) that adds a mysterious presence, like a call from beyond, or a land of twilight, as if part of the netherworld of Carl Theodor Dreyer’s VAMPYR (1932).

Sophy Romvari's Closet Picks Criterion YouTube (3:43)

Friday, January 1, 2021

Maborosi (Maboroshi no hikari)


 


 







































MABOROSI (Maboroshi no hikari)                           A                                                              Japan  (110 mi)  1995  d:  Hirokazu Kore-eda

A candidate for one of the most poetic and beautiful films ever made, a teardrop inside which all of one’s life can be examined again and again from differing perspectives, drawing parallels in structure and eloquence to Yasujirō Ozu and Hou Hsiao-hsien, as the motif of trains, telephone wires, tea kettles, and the use of medium shots are a constant, with no close-ups, retaining a respectful distance, evoking the fragility and overall quietness of Naomi Kawase’s SUZAKU (1997), which this film thematically mirrors, both dealing with memory and traumatic loss, while also recalling Edward Yang’s A Brighter Summer Day (Gu ling jie shao nian sha ren shi jian) (1991), as each shot in this film feels perfectly chosen, composed with a meticulous eye by Masao Nakabori who favors shooting in natural light.  If there were a director working today emulating this style, it might be Bi Gan, whose luminous works include 2016 Top Ten List #2 Kaili Blues (Lu bian ye can) (2015) and 2019 Top Ten List #6 Long Day's Journey Into Night (Di qiu zui hou de ye wan) (2018), particularly in the brightness of the colors red and green.  This is a completely different tragedy, hauntingly sad, but also a nocturnal film with only brief glimpses of light, where there are reoccurring images whose significance takes on the importance of human characters.  The film is a quiet, precise observation of one young woman’s spiritual odyssey recovering from her husband’s suicide, a moving and profound examination of her grief and the impact of death on the living, where Maborosi means illusion or mirage, though the Japanese title is more instructive, Maboroshi no Hikari (The Light of the Illusion).  Screenwriter Yoshihisa Ogita adapted a 1978 short story by Teru Miyamoto, the first feature film by this director, working previously as a documentary filmmaker.  The music by Taiwanese composer Chen Ming-chang (who also provided the score for several Hou Hsiao-hsien films) is hauntingly beautiful in what can only be described as one of the more tender and eloquently spiritual (Buddhist) film experiences ever, moods expressed with a variety of darkness and light, where a poetic emptiness and stillness prevail, which express the absence of life in the heroine, examining the relationship between the visible and the invisible, exteriors and interiors, from which all other activity and purpose comes, carefully revealing the flavor and texture of her everyday life. 

The film opens in the town of Osaka where Yumiko, beautifully played by fashion model Makiko Esumi in her first acting experience, is initially seen as a small child running across a bridge trying to stop her senile grandmother from leaving, convinced she needs to return to her home town to die, leaving the child devastated and forever haunted about being unable to stop her.  The theme is established right away and the bridge becomes one of the early reoccurring themes, a bridge of transport taking her grandmother across to the other side, to death.  Then Yumiko sees an image of a boy her age sitting atop a bicycle, appearing for quite some time in a still light, and she whispers his name, followed by darkness on the screen for some 30 seconds.  The name is whispered again, but this time (as if summoned from a dream) the boy is Yumiko’s husband Ikuo (an early appearance of the great Tadanobu Asano), who flashes on a lamp asking her to go back to bed, flicking the light back off again after gently reminding her, “I’m not the reincarnation of your grandmother.”  The bicycle becomes another reoccurring theme, along with cars, buses, trains, boats, all modes and stations of transit, outside car noises heard from a darkened room, dimly lit stairs, and always a reoccurring theme of light, suggested by the everpresent kerosene lamp and light bulbs.  She sits behind him riding his bicycle in the night, feeling comfortable and happy, even after he resorts to theft after his own bicycle was stolen, both seen happily painting it a new green color.  One day, the husband returns the bicycle on his way to work, preferring instead to walk, seen carrying an umbrella as Yumiko follows him down the stairs, out the door, and watches him walk away, smiling and happy.  But she never sees him again, as, without warning, he walks in front of a commuter train on his way home from work that night, leaving her alone with a 3-month old son, utterly devastated and confused, sitting in an empty room looking at photographs of their life together, spending years afterwards retreating from life.  While grief is a central theme of the film, as it was in his earlier TV documentary HOWEVER… (1991), which similarly follows the repercussions of a suicide, yet here Yumiko is always filmed from a distance, never allowing interior access, which remains shrouded in mystery. 

After the passage of time (all happening offscreen), a second marriage is arranged by a neighbor to Tamio (Takashi Naitō), a widower with a small daughter living with his elderly father (who rarely utters a word, often seen smoking alone) and most of the film examines this new life in the small, coastal town of Noto, a fishing village tucked under snowy mountains, actually shot on location in Wajima and Uniumachi on the northern tip of the Noto Peninsula facing the Sea of Japan (https://www.google.com/maps/place/Uniumachi,+Wajima,+Ishikawa+928-0065,+Japan/@37.3994055,136.8518637,3a,75y,90t/data=!3m7!1e1!3m5!1svAClo8jmtzYPZgrwBXjt7g!2e0!6s%2F%2Fgeo1.ggpht.com%2Fcbk%3Fpanoid%3DvAClo8jmtzYPZgrwBXjt7g%26output%3Dthumbnail%26cb_client%3Dsearch.gws-prod.gps%26thumb%3D2%26w%3D360%26h%3D120%26yaw%3D0%26pitch%3D0%26thumbfov%3D100!7i13312!8i6656!4m5!3m4!1s0x5ff12f111ba92311:0x4aefd0bc526d048f!8m2!3d37.3950548!4d136.8508654), arriving to an empty railway platform and a deserted station where no one is there to greet them.  Her new husband apologizes profusely when he arrives late, blaming problems at work, eventually showing her off to the community.  Images of a dark, empty room filled with shoes introduce viewers to the communal festivities of her wedding dinner filled with family and friends surrounding a long table, with plentiful serving of saki and the singing of songs.  There is a wonderful scene of the couple making love on a hot afternoon, completely shadowed in darkness, yet it’s one of the few moments of happiness, ever so briefly revealed, as unanswered questions hover over their lives, including secrets and concealments about the profundity of Tamio’s love for his first wife, described by others as the love of his life, which was never revealed to Yumiko, played with tender grace and a delicate restraint by Esumi in a remarkable performance that barely contains her grief, continually retreating into an interior emotional landscape that defines the film, foregoing plot, mostly told through bold visual choices, using spectacular changes of seasons from winter to summer, demonstrating a meticulous blending of color, shadow, music, and sound effects.  Haunted by Ikuo’s unexplained suicide, Yumiko grows obsessed by a small bell she gave him one day attached to his bicycle key, stirring up dreams and vivid flashbacks occurring while performing the mundane task of sweeping the stairs, invoking ways that loss alters us forever.        

Nothing is wasted by this director, who values simplicity itself, creating a remarkably profound and contemplative film that simply glimmers in its own sublime beauty, creating something close to perfection, where the camera almost never moves, the editing is spare, accentuating sorrow through stillness, effectively revealing the barrenness of the human soul.  Sitting alone in a small, darkened bus stop, the bus comes and goes, yet Yumiko remains fixed and immovable, revealing the stark originality of this filmmaker, spotting a Buddhist funeral procession off in the distance, with the sound of bells, all dressed in black, walking in single file, as the snow falls upon them in silence as they approach the ocean.  Walking some distance behind, Yumiko joins the procession, silhouetted figures against a tumultuous ocean under a darkened sky, but remains apart, separated, and alone, using imagery reminiscent of Angelopoulos, providing a lingering meditation on death, wondering if mourning ever truly ends.  In this hushed quiet of poetic transcendence, her husband searches for his missing wife in his car, driving along the shore, eventually spotting a lone figure standing next to the billowing flames of smoke from a funeral pyre, the smoke reaching up into the sky.  As he approaches her standing by the ocean in a long shot, she turns to him, and they begin walking back, still apart, never joining.  Breaking their silence, filled with heartbreak, she asks, “I just don't understand!  Why did he kill himself?  Why was he walking along the tracks?  It just goes around and around in my head.  Why do you think he did it?”  Tamio calmly answers, “The sea has the power to beguile.  Back when dad was fishing, he once saw a maborosi ⸺ a strange and beautiful light ⸺ far out to sea, and it would be shimmering in the distance, as if beckoning to him.  I think it can happen to anyone.”  In the light of a new day, utilizing another long shot, Tamio is patiently trying to teach her son how to ride a bicycle, holding the shot for a considerable length until it continues offscreen, where the entire town is framed with only the sounds of this small family experience.  Yumiko sits next to the father-in-law on a porch overlooking the sea, and from a dark, empty room inside, a window reveals the ocean, a window to the soul where only from darkness may there be light.