Story of a Prostitute

Story of a Prostitute

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It took the full-throttle wackiness of Branded to Kill to get Seijun Suzuki fired from Nikkatsu Studio for making “incomprehensible films,” though the motto of Japan’s New Wave gonzo-maverick has always been “Fuck lucidity!” No fragmented or psychedelic stone was left unturned in Suzuki’s genre demolition jobs, yet Story of a Prostitute finds the director in a more somber, relatively narrative-friendly (if no less delirious) mood. Indeed, the plot’s emphasis on women selling their bodies while trying to hang on to their souls might point toward the sublimely spiritual cinema of Kenji Mizoguchi, even if nobody will confuse Suzuki’s style with serene classicism. Harumi (Yumiko Nogawa), “prostitute, harlot, strumpet,” is introduced confronting the new wife of a beloved john while a wedding portrait flickers grainily in the split-screen foreground, moments before bloodily biting into the duplicitous beau’s lip. From there, it’s on to a military outpost in the Manchurian front, where she is to join the other “comfort girls” in servicing the Japanese forces during the Sino-Japanese War. She immediately becomes truculent Lt. Narita’s (Isao Tamagawa) preferred object of abuse, but escape may lie in her affair with sensitive, dog-loyal Mikami (Tamio Kawachi), Narita’s toadying subordinate.

“I don’t understand! I only know your body!” Harumi howls at Mikami during their frantic first bout of lovemaking, yet to Suzuki the narrative’s (and, by extension, society’s) various tensions can only be exorcised through intense physical contact. Women (and, more specifically, whores) have often been the bearers of wartime traumas in Suzuki’s Japan, and the heroine’s seduction of the young soldier at first is just a way to turn her tormentor “to pieces”—at one point literalized on the screen, Narita’s image shredded in a remarkable example of Suzuki’s disjunctive lyricism. As her feelings for Mikami grow, however, she becomes determined to pierce through his militarist armor and, in another flight-of-fancy stunner, tries to rouse his rebellion by racing to the adjutant’s bed, kimono dropped as the screen becomes drenched in atomized brightness. It’s typical of Suzuki’s subversion that the couple’s breathless amour fou ultimately becomes far less irrational than the institutionalized madness (military occupation, war, imperial codes of honor) swirling around them.

Yet those solely familiar with the director’s brand of yakuza cartooning will be taken back by the midway shift from carnal to spiritual, as a lateral tracking shot rushes along with Harumi through a battlefield and into the trenches where her wounded lover lies, the explosions suddenly silenced—a moment of emotional incandescence out of Frank Borzage. The original source, Taijiro Tamura’s pulp novel (previously shot in 1950, with an Akira Kurosawa screenplay), is a clear-cut anti-war tract, though Suzuki’s societal autopsy delves deeper and bleaker; despite a short-lived idyll at a Buddhist sanctuary, the couple’s happiness is shaken not so much by battleground shelling as by the soldier’s inability to rebel against an oppressive code that isn’t above manufacturing “honorable deaths in combat” in order to keep its pernicious purity ideals untainted. Like fellow ’60s firebrands Nagisa Oshima and Shohei Imamura, Suzuki understands the political power of transgressive behavior, and it is part the film’s sense of tragedy that not even a war-torn Liebestod can shake the foundations of unquestioning obedience. Perhaps more than any other Suzuki effort, Story of a Prostitute dissolves the splashy surface to reveal the disillusioned social agitator underneath.

Image/Sound

A seamless Seijun Suzuki movie is a contradiction of terms, though Criterion's restoration has made the images crisp despite the occasional grain, while the mono soundtrack is acceptable.

Extras

Sparse by Criterion's standards but on par with the company's previous Suzuki releases. As usual, the laconic 82-year-old veteran pops up for new video interviews, recalling being saddled with Nikkatsu Studio's array of B-movie assignments and wryly boasting of the realism of the whorehouse depicted in the film. Along with him are production designer Takeo Kimura, marveling at how they got Japanese studios to pass for Chinese landscape, and film critic Tadao Sato, who locates the director in the more dissonant side of Japanese tradition. The only other extra is the original, money-shot compilation trailer, promising "intense eroticism that makes your blood race!"

Overall

Japan's vintage gonzo-artist finds romance on the warfront, sacrificing none of his subversive edge, meth-delirium, and disjunctive lyricism.

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Specifications
  • DVD-Video
  • Dual-Layer Disc
  • Region 1
  • Aspect Ratio
  • 2.40:1 Anamorphic Widescreen
  • Dolby Digital Formats
  • Japanese 1.0 Mono
  • DTS
  • None
  • Subtitles & Captions
  • English Subtitles
  • Special Features
  • Interviews with director Seijun Suzuki, production designer Takeo Kimura, and film critic Tadao Sato
  • Essay by Film Critic David Chute
  • Original Theatrical Trailer
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    DVD
    Release Date
    July 26, 2005
    Distributor
    The Criterion Collection
    Runtime
    96 min
    Rating
    NR
    Year
    1965
    Director
    Seijun Suzuki
    Screenwriter
    Hajime Takaiwa
    Cast
    Yumiko Nogawa, Tamio Kawaji, Isao Tamagawa, Hiroshi Cho, Hideaki Esumi, Shigeyoshi Fujioka, Kaku Takashina