An NYU thesis film about a man who winds up in Hell for being too boring.
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(Or a dollar!)
donate to my boyfriend’s roommate’s thesis film! If that sounds convoluted, it isn’t! Jacob is cool and the best and his movie will be these things
actually ya know what, consider this a Direct Recommendation to you in particular
I just finished the book City of Stairs by Robert Jackson Bennet and I’m going to go ahead and tell you all to read it because it’s wonderful and incredible and all that stuff
and then i’m going to go sniffle a little because yet another fantasy novel has reduced me to tears
My roommate and I have had far too much coffee and I think our neighbors hate us
WHO DID THIS
I WAS DYING OF LAUGHTER THE WHOLE TIME
its funny when other people make skeletons dance but when i try to do it at mellifiedman's place it's “disrespectful” because they're “actual human remains that were donated to science” or something
I’m supposed to decipher 17th-century microfilm court records and it’s the worst worst worst
it’s like a specific torture devised for me, the arrogant conceited academic
i straight up cannot bullshit my way through this, i have to develop a highly specialized skill in a very limited amount of time
…this is it this is the semester that finally breaks me
A young cellist loses his orchestra job in Tokyo, sells his instrument and returns with his wife to his rural hometown. There, a misprinted want ad leads him unintentionally to apply as an “encoffiner” (nōkanshi)—one who performs a ceremony to prepare corpses for display and cremation. So begins Departures (2008), the masterful comedy-drama that won Japan’s first Best Foreign Film nod at the Oscars.
Departures is a quiet film, set to a lovely Joe Hisaishi score and conveyed by subtly expressive cinematography. The aforementioned cellist is Daigo Kobayashi, and his disappointing life slowly is reshaped by his employment to Mr. Sasaki, a veteran nōkanshi. Daigo finds peace and dignity through his work. The acting and dialogue are fantastic; but, in many long and largely wordless passages, the nōkan ceremony—performed with weight, beauty and delicacy—takes center stage.
The dead and those who handle them bear a very old stigma in Japan. Departures makes a different case: that the nōkan ceremony, which has become uncommon in modern Japan, is not filthy but beautiful. In the process the film does not trivialize death’s horror; it argues only that, in our lives and our treatment of the dead, we should not submit to decay. Life is always the answer to death—and Mr. Sasaki’s living quarters are filled with greenery. An unofficial translation of the film is embedded after the break. Seek out the film’s official translation for best results.
I really need to see this film.