:: 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,
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."