For nearly as long as the Criterion Collection has been releasing DVDs, it’s been promising a disc of Akira Kurosawa’s first color film Dodes’ka-den, a loosely-structured collection of vignettes about destitute Tokyo down-and-outers eking out something like an existence in even more loosely-structured hovels. Now it’s here, and just in time to complement the ongoing death rattle of the global economy. Most of the world at large may still be a sizable distance from hitting rock bottom and can probably still live within a rational, realistic frame of reference, but the characters inhabiting Kurosawa’s garbage heap don’t have that luxury.
The movie begins and ends with an enlightened fool figure who believes himself a train conductor. While his exasperated mother nam-myoh-renge-kyo’s her maternal disappointments into submission, her son spends his working hours shuffling through the rusted, soiled canyons of their shantytown, incanting “dodes’ka-den, dodes’ka-den” as if to will the fantasy of mass transit to life. (Kurosawa’s unrushed depiction of the boy’s imagined morning facilities check—complete with non-diegetic sound effects—is a regal bit of pantomime that calls to mind Jacques Tati.)
A patchwork a la later works by Robert Altman or Spike Lee (the vibrant, oversaturated faux-sunsets call to mind the throbbing oranges and reds of Do the Right Thing), Dodes’ka-den‘s forgotten souls enact their tribulations only in brief, impressionistic strokes, as apt to lapse into candy-coated reverie as they are to stare down the demons of fiscal and moral poverty. A hollowed-out shell of a man lives in a stripped car with his street-urchin son, who is dying of starvation and exposure while the elder paints the image of a perfect hillside domicile inside his head. Two grimy married couples bicker away their hangovers and swap spouses almost out of indifference, while another couple floats like a pair of ghosts through their nondescriptly desecrated ex-romance. Meanwhile, a kindly doctor absorbs everyone’s misery to the point that he allows himself to be burglarized because it would be for the greater good.
Kurosawa’s Oscar-nominated movie hasn’t endured as a major critical or popular touchstone within his body of work. (When people spoke of the recovery of Kurosawa’s career in the 1980s, this was basically the movie he was recovering from. He did, after all, attempt suicide in its aftermath.) Indeed, it lacks many of the qualities cinephiles have come to associate with Kurosawa: the insistent brusqueness of Rashomon, the raucous machismo of Seven Samurai, the ribald comedy of Yojimbo. But if his use of color to code and define human experience verges on kitsch, if not condescension to brightening up the unbearable drabness of being, the film’s short cuts rarely stray into the realm of parable, nor do you ever get the sense that the characters feel the need to somehow transcend their lot in life. Depending on how bad shit continues to get, Dodes’ka-den might emerge as a far more functional relic of our pre-apocalyptic pop culture.
Was it worth the wait? Well, yes and no. Yes because it's allegedly a vast improvement on every other video representation of the film yet and boasts a mostly clean-looking print with vibrant primary colors. No because it's presented in the antiquated windowboxed format, contains some extremely conspicuous edge-enhancement, most notably evident in those omnipresent piles of garbage, and occasionally flickers in the same way some of those earlier Yasuijiro Ozu presentations did. The monaural sound is what it is-muffled, compressed, but still acceptable-and presents the Stella-Artois-commercial music score all too well.
Rather than document the film's decade-long journey to Criterion DVD, this disc instead focuses on the film's tumultuous place in Kurosawa's career. "Akira Kurosawa: It Is Wonderful to Create," a 36-minute segment from a larger documentary series filmed at the end of Kurosawa's career, documents the director's switch to color (seemingly monumental for being so late-in-the-game), his failed attempt to make the 70mm film The Runaway Train, his disenchanting experience unit-directing Tora! Tora! Tora!, and eventually his almost traditionalist approach to filming in color, letting lighting effects and art direction perform at least half the battle. Accompanying the documentary is a 26-page booklet featuring liner notes by Stephen Prince and an interview with Kurosawa's script collaborator Teruyo Nogami.
Keep a copy of this DVD handy for when we're all living on the edge of sanity in a pile of trash down by the river.