SUBLIME CINEMA #699 - THE END OF SUMMER
Ozu's penultimate film, which quietly draws the curtain on the post war family dramas he had sculpted so delicately over his life.
I have always had a penchant for Ozu and his gentle manner, his postwar films in particular seemed steeped in melancholy from his experience in the Imperial Japanese Army. Previous to the war, his films were spottier, more immature, gangster movies and comedies, but with some hints of what would come.
He drank heavily while writing these movies, and led a melancholic and tranquil life. Never married, had no children, and lived with his mother until her death, two years before his own. He dedicated his life to his art, which he humbly compared only to 'making good tofu'.
I don't know of another director who used his cinematographic approach. His tatami camera angles (always with the character seemingly looking past you) and composition, the choice of 50mm almost exclusively, and very few pans or movements. The idea being that instead of participating in his films and engaging with characters in the way that we are used to, we are meant to witness them all at a quiet distance.
Here toward the end of his career before his rather early death, he dwells on the old world being encroached upon by the modern world. There is more loneliness, more distance, more empty corridors and more of the specter of death than his previous films.