There are films you see to escape your life, and there are films you see to learn about your life. Still Walking is one of the latter.
If you’ve read one or two of my posts for this blog, you’ve probably noticed I don’t really review films--there are more than enough people reviewing films out there. What I do is write about why a film matters and occasionally why a film doesn’t matter.
Hang the blessed dj
because the music they constantly play
says nothing to me about my life.
So many many films I see say nothing to me about my life. Still Walking is not one of them. If you’re looking for a film that says something to you about your life, about your relationship with your parents and your siblings and your children and your step-children, go see it. You need not be Japanese or into Yasujiro Ozu or Japanese film or culture to be deeply moved by this film; you just need to have once been part of a family.