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By Stacey Richter
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IF IT'S BEEN a while since you've seen a henchmen stabbed
through the eye with a Bic pen, perhaps it's time to take in a
movie by Takeshi Kitano, a.k.a. Beat Takeshi, the iconoclastic
celebrity director of Japan (see this week's "Media Mix"
column for details). Takeshi's films are known for their slow,
contemplative pace, broken occasionally by bursts of incredible
violence. The effect is Peckinpah at a tea ceremony, only weirder.
Fireworks (Hana-Bi) stars Takeshi Kitano (who also
writes, edits, and directs) as Nishi, a cop who weathers a hurricane
of bad luck with an impassive expression that varies only according
to whether his sunglasses are on or off. With all of the interest
of a librarian checking out books, Nishi masterminds a bank robbery
and perforates legions of loan sharks--at least, when he isn't
caring for his slowly dying wife, Miyuki (Kayoko Kishimoto). Post-robbery,
loaded with stolen funds, Nishi takes Miyuki on a minivan tour
of the Japanese countryside, enjoying a period of happiness beneath
the austere silhouette of Mount Fuji.
Takeshi's acting has led him to be called the Japanese Charles
Bronson, and he dispenses kindness to his wife and retribution
to bad guys with a deadpan face that's as compelling as it is
frustrating to read. Though the plot occasionally grows illogical
(good and bad guys track Nishi's minivan through the countryside
with the ease of television crews tracking O.J.'s doomed crawl),
there's something about Takeshi's blankness that seems genuine
and encourages one to mentally fill in the plot holes.
Interestingly, the most powerful part of the film doesn't include
Nishi at all; it's an extended subplot concerning his partner,
Horibe (Ren Osugi), who after being crippled in the line of duty
rehabilitates himself through painting. The strange, beautiful,
and sometimes awful paintings he creates are in fact the work
of Takeshi, who took up the brush himself after being seriously
injured in a motorbike crash.
The visual style of Fireworks reiterates the bright bursts
on plain backgrounds found in his paintings. Takeshi is a flamboyant
kind of minimalist: A quiet soundtrack, static shots, and spare
dialogue are combined with dizzying flashbacks and blood-soaked
garments to warn us that contentment and joy may be gained, but
only at great sacrifice.
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