A friend of mine had recommended this old movie during our conversation about Haruki Murakami months ago. I was on my way of munching half of IQ48 when she notified me about his other short story which made into screen by Jun Ichikawa. I remember she told me that I would enjoy it to every bit, with assurance of your-kind-of-movie gesture I simply endure to follow.
Without reading or checking about this particular short story, I decided to watch it few days ago before bed. It was raining and all I wanted to do was to crash my tired body after work. I didn't expect something heavy, but after almost an hour of fluctuating feeling, I guess I should have warned myself.
Thanks to Tony Takitani, for a depressing catch on loneliness and portraying how empty a heart of a man could be, also for beautiful shots and pinch of sadness wrapped within the most familiar symphony arranged by Ryuichi Sakamoto. Instead of falling asleep, I was wide awake, for I withdrawn myself at every scene and remarkable transition treatment to complete emotional mix I think I could relate to. Beside, it was so hard to resist the temptation of having Murakami, Ichikawa and Sakamoto at such short sequence.
As if spending time alone was the most natural thing in the world for Tony, in a split second, I could see a bit of my own fragments shown behind the closed door. I saw something I long too long to see, a painful emptiness of letting memories shifting into different story.
My friend was right, I enjoyed this movie to its every bit. Not only because it is my-kind-of-movie, but truly because of its familiarity.
And a solitude that reminds me of somebody.