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:: Still Walking ::

:: Still Walking ::

Sunday night, I watched Still Walking.
Still Walking, directed by Hirokazu Koreeda, is a simple movie
Depicting a Japanese family coming together, over a weekend
To commemorate the death of a member of their family.
Koreeda is the same director who made the movie, Nobody Knows
Which was about four Japanese kids, abandoned by their mother.
There were no crescendos in Still Walking, however; it was a nondescript
Family drama unfolding over the weekend. But if we listened to the dialogue,
Which I did, we will uncover the inadequacies, and the tensions that persist
Yet well concealed under the formal fabric of Japanese civility.
Certain part of the movie lingered. I wonder why.
There was one part where the grandmother took her ofuro bath
And lamented over the fact that the bathroom tiles were never fixed,
Despite repeated gestures by the son-in-law to fix it.
There was another portion where the grandmother whimsically
Asked her second son, a struggling art refurbisher, to get a car.
"Bring me shopping," she joked over the dinner table.
Unfortunately, the movie concluded with a monologue by the son
As he drove, with wife and kids, to his parent's tombstone.
"Grandfather died three years later, and we did not attend the soccer match
Together. And without a partner to argue with, Grandmother died
The following year. She did not get a ride to her shopping trip either."
Of course, the bathroom tiles were never fixed.

It seemed like a normal family drama, which could happen in
Anybody's home. That was what perturbed me. It made me think a little
About how we conveniently shelf certain plans and resolutions,
Especially those towards our parents and the elderly.
My friend Eduardo told me once, while I was studying in Japan.
"Talk to your father, no matter how he treated you and your family."
I was adamant. A year later, my father passed away.
I never really regretted my silence. But I do think about
This incident now and then. The memory lingers, then fade away.
I wonder, as we grow older, do we
Actually get more retrospective? Or is it just me?

On the way home today, mom dropped me an SMS.
I called her, and she asked me to drop by to collect the
Red packets from her and my grandma. I drove by and met
Her for a late dinner. She's going for a full health check up on Thursday.
"Can you make an appointment for me as well," I requested.
"I want to accompany you."


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i really love that last paragraph you wrote. it's very heartwarming =]

i think as we get older in general we see things differently, perhaps with a keener maturity, and hence we reevaluate whether we should have done different for certain things that matter to us. as we get older we also realise perhaps there rly isn't that many things that matter to us anymore other than perhaps family, closest of friends, simple catchups and spending time with them. =)

do spend more time with ur family and loved ones. i wish you guys great health, and happiness.


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hi hi! didn't know you have an lj account too.

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i think you write brilliantly.

i have to admit i don't know how to communicate to my parents and with each passing day, time with them is getting shorter.

I missed many opportunities to tell my dad who much I love him (not an asian way maybe) until he was gone.

Years has gone by and now I am guilty of taking my mum for granted at times. Thanks for the reminder.

I read the book. It is really a moving one.

I agree with you about reaching out to your family while they are still around. Life is so short and I decided when my father was sick that I would have no regrets when he died and I didnt.

I now make sure I talk to my mother as much as I can and know so is old now and I wont have her with me forever.

Thanks for the review of this film.
Angelr from http://dreamtown.angeltraveler.com

Thank you too, for sharing.

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