But those "contrasts" so chic and trendy, these are only for those many people who do not know enough Japanese society as a whole and in its complexity: for example, those many people who grew up in that world cattolicizzato that leads us to consider "the diversity "or" alternative "as the usual babble of poor to be pitied and save with armies of evangelization, or the usual crafty so endemic in our country that always pass the post-holiday Japanese to mock those who give their lives for the work or who are loyal to respect the rules even if it would amount to a damn line outside the door of the meter, from the cultured weekly rotogravure pitiful in a pitiable company is now best known for suicide, or a class adolescent beset by enormous problems of life (as if our teenagers were sane ...), or a working class widely seen as enslaved by a morally totalitarian or at least to visit on a nice tour that will not fail to include Tokyo, Kyoto, geisha, sushi and shit to no end.
But why such a controversial preamble to the review of this film? Why
watching this film is highly recommended to begin to wake up to the Japanese company, however, without too involved in psycho-sociological analysis, but starting to learn Japanese not as aliens but as " men, like us, just off the huge glittering electric game that is Tokyo, and see what's inside.
It's Christmas Eve, a businessman in mind his wife to meet his lover in a luxurious hotel in Odaiba, a bartender at his bar in the desert waiting for the passing of the night before the close of 'activities, an ex-convict looking for his ex-girlfriend, a model corniciome sits on a hospital looking for the courage to kill himself, an old man awaiting death in a hospital, a boy fond of satellites observing the sky, an elderly couple living in harmony il focolare domestico. Accade l'incredibile: una specie di meteorite si abbatte su una centrale elettrica e Tokyo si spegne .
Chiunque abbia vissuto Tokyo non potrebbe mai immaginarla senza elettricitá, ma paradossalmente proprio spegnendola é possibile vedere il suo vero cuore. Gli " extraterrestri " si tolgono le maschere da extraterrestri e cominciano a fare gli uomini, i problemi sono sempre gli stessi, come lo sono per noi, e il vederli attraverso degli occhi a mandorla non li rende meno dolorosi da vivere ed affrontare.
Si ama, si odia, si sbaglia, si tradisce, si scappa, si ha paura, si aspetta, si ruba, si gioisce... insomma si vive.
Il buio costringe la pupilla a dilatarsi e alla fine si vede pure meglio. E quella che mi piace definire " la cittá illuminata non da stelle naturali, ma da galassie elettriche ", riesce di nuovo, incredibilmente a liberarsi di quell'aura di inquinamento luminoso e a " riveder le stelle ", quelle vere.
Tralasciando l'ottima valenza didattica per i conoscitori superficiali di Giappone e Giapponesi, il film é un ottimo intreccio comunque giá visto di storie separate tra loro ma connesse indissolubilmente l'una all'altra, peccato per l'eccessiva lunghezza e ridondanza: con qualche limatura and some rethinking on installation is losing the desire to define this film, despite the catwalk star is not negligible and their evidence as always good acting, "a wasted opportunity."
大 停電 の 夜 に ( Daiteiden No Yoru Ni - The blackout at night), the English title "Until the Lights Come Back "
Japan, 2005 - director Takashi Minamoto