Le Détroit de la faim

We're beating a dead horse if we begin to lament another lost treasure, another overlooked Japanese director who's yet to receive his dues. Uchida will have to queue up in a humongous line. The film canon, as we know it, as it's being taught to college kids in film classes, is written from a Western perspective and is so incomplete as to be near useless. It's safe to say we're living in the Dark Ages of cinema, in the negative time of ignorance, and that 100 years from now Straits of Hunger will feature prominently in lists of the epochal narrative films of the previous century. We may choose to keep honoring the Colombuses and pretend we invented paper or gunpowder, but film history will invariably reveal the pioneers.

But that's a matter of concern for the historian, the librarian of cinema who will undertake the thankless task of restoring in the ledgers some measure of order. What do we get from the discovery of such a film now, as mortals with a remote? On one hand it's the perfect illustration of a narrative cinema en route to modernism, from Kurosawa to Imamura, how it's concurrent with New Wave expression, aware of it but not ready for it. The illustration is transparent when the image turns negative in crucial scenes, it feels like we're standing on a brink of expression (one of many in this film).

This is mere technicality though, dry academic discourse. If we're so inclined, we can find measures of this in Uchida's previous films. The man was of Mizoguchi's generation but he had an eye for abstraction. We can play back to back the finale of Killing in Yoshiwara and Sword of Doom and see what we get, how the point of view shifts to within, how the external turmoil becomes a lucid image of a state of mind.

What really matters to me here though is, as Donald Richie describes it, the "working out of karma". It's become a tortured term over the years but we need to understand what karma is not. It's not fate, though it speaks of fatalism. It doesn't emanate from above, we are the agents. Translated from sanskrit (or pali) it means "action". Our past actions have brought us here, our present actions determine our future. Good or bad, karma sets in motion the cycle of suffering that binds all beings to this earthly prison.

This is a spiritual film then, but how does it pertain to some primal principle of the soul? The story of bad karma is common in Japanese lore, a man finds himself haunted by guilt demons of the mind for the misdeeds of the past. Usually in this type of film we're brought to the brink of an abyss, from there we can gaze below to the existential void. Most films daren't go further (that is, if we accept there is somewhere to go from there) but it's enough for me to experience this, it's a first awareness. Our reward is that view.

Straits of Hunger presents a complexity that opens up a yawning chasm when we come to stand at that brink.

Our man is unaware of wrongdoing until it's too late. Because no one would believe his story of how he didn't murder anyone to get ahold of so much money, he keeps it. The dawn of his bad karma comes from a punishing moral conundrum, from circumstances outside his control. Our protagonist gets to choose, a life in prison or a life of guilt. I like that we're watching the hapless fallguy dance to the cosmic tune of an indifferent god (more precisely, no god), but we should keep in mind this is not a noir text.

What's of essence here, is the acceptance of suffering. Our protagonist needs to atone for something he didn't want to be born into, a murderous scheme with two ex-convicts of which he was unaware. As we all do. Suffering then, like the first cry of the newborn, is a natural, inate, response to existence. Brilliant! I love how Uchida makes cinema out of that bad karma.

In a similar text, the Daibosatsu Toge, famously adapted by Kihachi Okamoto in '66 and Uchida himself in '71, the setting of the visitation is, of course, The Great Boddhisatva Pass (that is, from where the boddhisatvas pass or cross into this world, enlightened beings who choose to remain in the cycle of life and suffering to assist others in their path). Here it's a furious storm, a cataclysm.

For the first apparition of guilt, Uchida summons into the stage the portents of doom, rain and lightnings rolling down Mt. Fear, and a prostitute, the harbringer almost ceremonially covered in a blanket, mockingly bellows "there's no path out of hell". In a later scene he repeats the setup, to make a connection, but this time there is murder. What exists in the mind, will find its way out.

Inbetween, Uchida gives us one of the most vivid chronicles of life in postwar Japan to this day. The poverty and moral desperation of life in the slums and the black market, the Yankee resentment and political upheaval, but also a kind of hopeful anticipation for change. The contrast is subtle, and in the next segment we see our raggedy protagonist is now a successful businessman.

Two instances in the film fascinate me a lot, when the cop recites the sutra for the dead. The first time is nondescript, but when we hear it again in the finale we know. It foreshadows. And more, the cop knows the sutras better than a monk (as a monk tells him), the teachings, but he's not liberated. Ultimately no one is in the film, and the cycle of suffering goes on. This is one of the great Buddhist films for me.

If you study Japanese, you will sooner or later read a procedural mystery novel such as the one this film was adapted from, because their narrative is matter-of-fact observation, and the mystery evolves through a sequence of events - perfect to learn the language. Many movies have been based on these but are largely unknown in the West, because these films do not conform to our expectations of police procedural drama.

The violence is toned down, but comes as an element of shock nevertheless, because the film takes a long time to establish its protagonists - a skill Uchida had honed in a career of almost 50 years. While few of his prewar social dramas survive, and most of his postwar samurai epics are glaringly violent and experimental, this three-hour epic completely focuses on characterization, which has a strong immersive effect. The story is hardly noteworthy, which seems to irritate a few reviewers and won't work with everyone. But it's hard not to be enthralled by Sachiko Hidari's pure hearted yet masochistic prostitute, and Rentarô Mikuni's brooding fugitive meandering between innocence and brutality. Comedian Junzaburô Ban completes the trio of leads difficult to forget as the ill investigator haunted by an unsolved case. It also features a rather young Ken Takakura just before his break to stardom with "Abashiri Prison" as a novice cop.

What makes the three hours worth sitting through and makes this Uchida's undisputed masterpiece is the ending. It is not entirely unexpected but the way it is executed is truly unforgettable. Definitely required viewing for those interested in the Japanese psyche and slow, careful character establishment.

Although very different from Tomo Ushida's other late films, with its hand-held cameras, fluid 'noir' cinematography and realistic style, this is one of his unquestioned masterpieces, on a level with any of his post-war work. The acting is superlative - especially from Sachiko Hidari as the cheap and touchingly simple prostitute unexpectedly caught up in somebody else's drama - the narrative is beautifully paced, and the film fully justifies its three hours' length.

Without being one of those Hollywood-style "message" cop-jobs, or anything like Kurosawa's flimsy imitations of same (he is beloved in the States because his films are consciously in their - comparatively limited - transatlantic style) Ushida's film is a compelling thriller, with the inexorable movement of a Greek tragedy such as 'Oedipus'. It is also a deeply absorbing meditation on guilt, retribution, poverty - and most surprisingly, what we might call "the wages of kindness".

This is not some silly procedural for infants, anymore than Sophocles's drama; but it is a great film, for anyone who cares to respect a master of the medium, and gives some thought to what they are watching. (The DVD available from DVDLady is very watchable, taken from an excellent French print, with good English subtitles.)

I agree with the other reviewer who noted that this is a tedious movie.

Perhaps this was something special in japan of the early sixties. That was a time before Japan had come to dominate the automobile inustry and was still mucking around with little bux boxes.

This would be a matching movie for a country in an undeveloped state.

The story is procedural and the acting poor - to western eyes. What on earth reason that group had to all be together on a ferry is laughable.

High And Low - great movie, even today Harakiri - great movie, even today

This? Not so.

Living in thirty world we're already inured received too late those hidden worldwide gems that were recovered by latest advanced cleaning process of those old negative prints, in Kiga Kaikyô that means literally STRAITS OF HUNGER, in a polling by Japanese critics in 1999 reached in honorable third place, what an achievement got by Tomu Uchida, nonetheless this prize winner came on late period of his extensive career, this crime-cop-drama-mystery has a stained Noirish style and also has a slight hookup with French Novelle Vague.

This overlong production basically lays out in two main happenings carried out in September 20th 1947 in post war environment, firstly a heist of a large money held by three convicts followed by arson taking to death the pawnshop's wealthy owner, meanwhile a storm is near of the bay area ends up with a shipwreck of a ferryboat entailing in many hundred of deaths, those criminals harness the chaos installed on rescue to sneak away by boat, later just one of them Kakichi Inukay (Rentarô Mikuni) survives, aftermaths randomly meeting with a lovely-naïve pros.titute Yae Sugito (Sachiko Hidari), both having a heart sex night where the thief takes her a large amount of money.

Meanwhile the local policeman Yumisaka (Junzaburô Ban) sniffing around to find out a clue of those criminals, track down their footsteps, soon he reaches in Yae inquiring her over the running thief, in gratitude Yae alleges stayed the night with a dissimilar person, avoiding Yumisaka of the right track, at once the silly girl starts a kind of platonic love affair with the unknown Inukay, she ends up in Tokyo slum area, wondering one day should be meeting her do-gooder to be grateful for, it come in ten years after with tragic events unveiling hidden secrets from the past.

Awesome black & white Toei production, the slow paced narrative allowed to the viewers relish every single sequence on an everlasting journey of those power leading trio, an extensive and exhausting searching led by the tenacious cop, the platonic love of Yea keeping her alive even in hard old profession, and finally the early Inukay eroded by hunger nowadays try appease his guilty by generous donations addressed by inmates rehab program, also displays the hard hungry environment post WWII, a real portrait of this harder time.

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First watch: 2024 / How many: 1 / Source: DVD / Rating: 10.