Tôkyô orinpikku

Seeing as how this dvd is almost 3 hours long I assumed that I could fast forward through some of it. I was wrong. As much as I tried, every new scene kept me glued to the screen. It's the Olympics like you've never seen them, shot and edited with the eye of a real artist. Once again Criterion brings us a lost masterpiece.

Captures the intensity and drama of Olympic competition and it's nice to learn about athletes of whom I was ignorant, like Ann Packer, as well as to be reminded of the glories of ones I'd forgotten, like Bob Hayes. Still, unless you're an OG junkie, which I, most sedulously, am not, then three hours of this is at least one too many. And I really coulda done without the 30 min opening ceremonies slash Japanese nationalist infomercial in the beginning. B minus.

Kon Ichikawa's "Tokyo Olympiad," a record of the 1964 Tokyo Olympics, is not only arguably one of the best sports documentaries ever made, it is also among the best documentaries ever made, period. It is everything one would expect from a man who is known as one of the premiere stylists of the cinema and more. It is poetry, it is art, and it is almost ruthlessly compelling.

Whereas most sports documentaries are relatively cut and dry in that they focus mainly on the winners, Ichikawa has almost no regard for winning or losing at all. For him, it is about the event, the preparation and the movement embodied in Olympic competition - and the film follows both the winners and the losers. The film is incredibly textural. Sight, sound, and movement - even the most imperceptible - all weave together to form a remarkable tapestry that is as much about the director's own concerns as it is about the Games themselves. It is for this reason that the film initially had a rather stormy reception from those that had commissioned Ichikawa to make the film (and given him an army of cameramen to do so), though if my recollection is correct it went on to break box-office records in Japan. "Tokyo Olympiad" is not a film about the victory of winning, it is about the victory of attending - of being amongst the awesome crowds, the athletes, the bodies in motion. Being there is it's own victory, which is why Ichikawa focuses so much on the athletes from the newly formed African nation of Chad who, although they do not come close to winning any medals, are the first representatives of their country to appear in the Olympic Games. For Ichikawa their story is just as triumphant as that of the Ethiopian long-distance runner who unflinchingly leaves all his opponents in the dust and goes on to win his event by a mile. "Tokyo Olympiad" is not just about the realm of athletic or Olympic experience, it is about the human experience and about creating cinema out of it. At nearly 3 hours in length it is neither a minute too short or too long, and I personally feel privileged to have seen it.

This documentary of the 1964 Summer Olympics is a made up of a series of visual impressions with minimal narration that are are arranged in sequence from the opening to the closing ceremonies. It is excellent. Due attention is given to the host country but the high points of this Olympics are touched upon in a very moving way through superb photography and scenes of human interest.

The viewers see the history of the Olympic Torch and the excitement in Japan as the flame is lighted. The opening ceremonies show Hirohito, the longtime emperor of Japan as he stands in tribute for the March of the Athletes. There are cutaways to the Crown Prince and other members of the family who take in the games. We see a short profile of an athlete of the 3-member team from the new country of Chad. We see a series of competitions at one point that highlights a wrestling match with men in thick kimonos trying to pin down the opponent using very strange contortions. We watch athletes in short sprints that are over in seconds. There is a view of cyclists who speed by the camera in a quick blur. An aerial scene shows the winding line of cyclists who stream by like slow moving chariots seen from above. Some prominent athletes appear like 18 year old Don Schollander of the USA who won five medals at the games; Joe Frazier, a rival of Muhammed Ali aka Cassius Clay, who repeated Clay's gold medal victory of 1960 while fighting with a broken thumb; and the legendary Adebe Bikila, who won his second consecutive Olympic marathon.

Director Kon Ichikawa has left a monumental work that celebrates the ideals and traditions of the Olympics. Though three hours long, it had to be edited down and the result is still a wonderful tribute to the Olympics.

It pales in comparison to Olympia, that gorgeous Olympic documentary made during the 1936 Olympics by the Nazis' head filmmaker, Leni Riefenstahl, but Kon Ichiwa's Tokyo Olympiad is quite a good film itself. It documents the 1964 Olympics, the first ever to be held in Asia. Like Riefenstahl, Kon Ichiwa attempts to construct a document of abstract beauty out of these amazing athletes, a testament to the human form. He succeeds at times, but it's too much just a document of the events at times and too little abstraction. And I can only watch so much running before I get bored! The film has its high points and low points. The best moments are during the opening and closing ceremonies, the bicycle race, volleyball, race walking, the marathon finale, and especially the gymnastics, which end the first half of the film. The gymnastics competition is the only sequence in the film that hits the same level as Olympia. It's also nice to see the events in color (there are a couple, notably the amazing hammer throw, in b&w). The black and white cinematography is beautiful in Olympia, but its even more wonderous to see the oranges of the sun and the Olympic flame and the colors of the flags and the athletes' multi-hued uniforms. And the widescreen cinematography is often gorgeous, although I don't necessarily think that a wider screen, just because it shows more action, is better than the old Academy ratio of 1.33:1. Riefenstahl used that aspect ratio masterfully, as Ichiwa does here. Perhaps the most disappointing part of the film is that we only get to see about thirty seconds of a boxing match with Joe Frazier, the only athlete whom I (and probably everyone else as well) recognized in the film (and then Ichiwa follows him most of the way to the locker room, until Frazier turns around and waves goodbye). There is, however, a high jumper from the U.S. near the beginning of the film named John Rambo. I don't think there's any relation between him and the psycho Vietnam soldier. Much of the second half is dull, and there are several events almost cruelly ignored. Well, maybe not ignored, but, for instance, there is perhaps half a minute of basketball. Perhaps it was an unpopular sport in Japan.