Like
Someone in Love
Dir: Abbas Kiarostami
2012
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In
the late 1990s Abbas Kiarostami was driving late at night while on a visit to
Tokyo and witnessed a young girl on the side of the street dressed as a bride.
In the years following, while visiting Tokyo to promote other films, he
realized that he was always looking for that same girl because she had left
such an impression but that he would never likely notice her again in real life
because she wouldn't be wearing the same dress. He has said in interviews that
his experience became the basis for Like Someone in Love. Set in Tokyo, sociology student Akiko (Rin Takanashi) moonlights as a high-end prostitute. Her jealous
boyfriend, Noriaki (Ryō Kase) is suspicious,
but does not know about her work. One night, she is assigned to Takashi
(Tadashi Okuno), an elderly former university professor who is more interested
in making her dinner than having sex. The morning after their unconsummated
night, Takashi drives Akiko to school for her exams. While waiting in the car
for her, he encounters Noriaki, who assumes Takashi is her grandfather and asks
permission to marry her. Takashi does not correct Noriaki's assumption and
assures him he isn't ready for marriage. After Akiko's test, the three drive
toward a bookstore. Noriaki diagnoses a problem with the car, and convinces
Takashi to drive it to the garage he owns, where he replaces a fan belt. There
they encounter one of Takashi's former students; Akiko worries he will reveal
the truth to Noriaki. Takashi drops Akiko at the bookstore and returns home.
Soon afterwards, he receives a panicked phone call from Akiko and returns to
the bookstore to pick her up. Her mouth is bloodied, but she does not say why.
Takashi takes Akiko to his apartment. Noriaki arrives, threatening them over
the intercom and banging on the door. Takashi peers out his window to see what
Noriaki is doing. An object is thrown through the window and Takashi falls to
the floor as the credits roll. Kiarostami takes his time with his
characters and their surroundings but decides to leave the story just any
action is about to take place. It is somewhat frustrating but the consequences
are clearly not the focus of the tale. This leaves me wondering what the focus
actually was? It’s a slow drawn-out story, with the opening scene being a
static shot over the shoulder of our main character, who is never in view. It
take a while to get used to but Kiarostami’s observations soon become hypnotic.
The film is essentially just that, an observation with a hint of a larger
story. He enter the story after it has begun and leave before it is over. It
never tells us anything, offering only oblique
hints and reflective mystery. Kiarostami makes it surprisingly easy
to follow when all is said and done but this will depend on the audience. Those
who observe will have plenty to feed on but those who like to be fed will
starve. It is often hard for a westerner to judge the acting abilities of those
of a different culture who speak a different language but I suspect Rin
Takanashi and Ryo Kase overacted somewhat,
while Tadashi Okuno played his part perfectly. I could have honestly just
watched him walking around his apartment and would have been satisfied. For all
of the stunted scenes of interaction, there are plenty of beautifully
reflective moments to enjoy. I loved the long drawn-out taxi journey Akiko
takes at the beginning of the film, it wasn’t that important to the already
thin plot but it was like icing on a cake. I would say I appreciated
the film more than I enjoyed it and it isn’t a film I would ever watch again
but at the same time I wish more directors would take their time in their films
and reflect on everyday beauty. It also makes a valid point that we don’t need
to know why certain things happen or indeed what does happen in the end. When
you focus on only the important aspects of a story, a wonderfully ordinary sort
of magic can make itself known and that is what Kiarostami achieves here, in
what would sadly be his last film. Not a bad place to leave a fascinating
career.
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