Lila Ozu Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Ooh, I get so riled up thinkin’ ‘bout it! These girls ain’t all bad, nah, some just lost, like that whale in *Werckmeister*—big, outta place, folks starin’ but ain’t helpin’. I knew this one chick, swear she was sweet as pie, used to hum church hymns while waitin’ for johns. Broke my heart! “What’s harmony in this mess?” I’d ask myself, quotin’ Béla Tarr like I’m deep, ha! She’d smile, say, “Madea, I’mma make it.” I believed her, too—sass and all.

Chikako and her family

Ozu, accepting the viewpoints of both wife and husband in turn, maintains a certain balance between them by showing us nothing of either the husband at war or the wife as a prostitute.

But then, the bartender, this dude with a crazy beard, starts mixing up some wild cocktails. He’s like, “You gotta try this!” I’m like, “Bring it on!” He hands me this neon green drink, and I’m like, “What is this, radioactive?” But I take a sip, and it’s surprisingly good.

A tribute to Ozu in two acts: The Munekata Sisters