Tony Takitani.

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 Instead of falling asleep, I was wide awake, for I withdrawn myself at every scene and remarkable transition treatment to complete emotional mix I think I could relate to.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. 

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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.