Quite possibly the best film ever made. Such a simple story beautifully told. With an excellent yet rather cynical ending. It will haunt you for years.
Ikiru is an incredible film that moved me. You can tell right away it's a Kurosawa movie—his use of lighting, such as the stark contrast between light and shadow in the office scenes, the way he frames his shots, like the use of long takes to emphasize the characters' emotions, and how deeply he cares about his characters all standout. But what surprised me was how much the story felt like something Yasujiro Ozu might tell. It's a quiet, thoughtful film about ordinary life, and seeing Kurosawa explore this kind of story was such a joy. The film reflects on what it means to live a meaningful life and a sharp critique of government bureaucracy. It shows the emptiness of office routines, the repetitive and soul-crushing nature of bureaucratic work, while following a man who searches for purpose after learning he doesn't have much time left. It's honest, heartfelt, and unforgettable. Kurosawa's storytelling here is so powerful, and I loved every moment.
Like other Japanese films from this era that I have seen (essentially a handful of Ozu films - I need to see more to broaden my knowledge), this is a simple story told with great clarity and conviction.
I would think that if you have even a remotely introspective nature you will be able to empathise with the protagonist, Watanabe, whose imminent death from cancer suddenly brings his life into sharp focus. Whether we are living our lives in the 'right' way, what constitutes a 'good' life, and why we choose to live the lives we do all seem to me to be fairly universal questions. Maybe it only seems that way to me because I am introspective by nature - I know a great many people who give the outward impression of supreme confidence and belief in their way of doing things. My assumption is that somewhere beneath all that they are prey to the same anxieties and fears as me, but I might well be wrong.
One moment in the film I found particularly interesting, and which I haven't seen commented on in the handful of reviews I have looked at, is during a scene in which Watanabe is discussing his predicament with Toyo, his young and optimistic co-worker. After 18 months working in the office of which Watanabe is the chief, she has had enough and is resigning in order to find something that suits her better. Unlike him, she is not willing to submit to three decades of unfulfilling drudgery. He bemoans his son's lack of sympathy and understanding towards him - to which she responds, quite bluntly, that his son did not ask Watanabe to be a martyr for his sake. I suppose that Kurosawa's intention for this moment was to illustrate the selfishness of the younger generation, their lack of gratitude towards their elders - which is a valid point, but it did also make me think about to what extent we are willing to blame others for our own actions - or, in Watanabe's case, his lack of actions. Could Watanabe have made more of his life and still provided for his son? Did he use his responsibilities as a single parent as an excuse not to make bolder and braver choices?
This is a film that, without doubt, will stay with me. It is very moving and there are some truly beautiful and poignant moments. I am holding back on a 5th star in my rating purely because - after one viewing - I did feel it was maybe just a little bit long. I got a bit restless in places and just had the impression that maybe 15 minutes could have been cut to tighten it up without losing any of its emotional impact. I really need a second viewing to make my mind up, but for the time being I'm giving it four stars on the basis that I found some of the Ozu films I have seen (Early Summer being one that springs to mind) equally poignant but slightly easier to get through.