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Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Ocean Waves: Film Review

Title: Ocean Waves (aka I Can Hear the Sea - Umi ga Kikoeru)
Writer: Saeko Himuro
Director: Tomomi Mochizuki
Year: 1993


It is difficult to review a Ghibli piece, as the very mention of the studio’s name trips the switch on my superlative gland and a slew of unadulterated praise is liable to gush forth. So in reviewing Ocean Waves, I will attempt to exercise some restraint.

Set in, by my estimation, late 80’s/early 90’s Kochi, the story revolves around Taku Morisaki, although it would perhaps be more accurate to say that it focuses on his schooldays, and the relationships he develops therein.

Taku is portrayed as a hard-working boy, and something of an idealist, for example he takes a stand and questions his school’s decision to cancel a school trip due to overall poor grades of the students. It is during this protest that he meets Yutaka Matsuno, the mature and composed class representative-type who, and despite not being in the same class as each other, they form a lasting friendship.

When Yutaka, in his role as class rep, is called upon to give mid-term transfer student Rikako Muto a tour of the school, he later turns to Taku in order to awkwardly fumble around the issue of what I’m sure would be translated to ‘love’.

Rikako Muto is a student from Tokyo, cursed to join the far-flung school in Kochi because of the marital difficulty of her parents. Despite, or perhaps because of, her outstanding abilities both academically and in sports, and her physical beauty, she becomes a distant figure in school, kept apart by suspicion, admiration and awe. It is only Yutaka, partly because he is a genuinely nice guy, and partly because of his feelings, that talks to her. It is through this that she becomes aware of Taku, as Yutaka clams up and tensely leaps on any topic of conversation, and so blathers about his friend.

A process of nervously tiptoeing around the issue and misunderstandings ensue.

That sentence is pretty much all I can manage without explicitly going into the details of how the film pans out, which I want to err away from as the subtlety with which the film plays out is far more tasteful than any words I can currently summon. The film plays heavily upon the obligatory ‘will they? / won’t they?’ dichotomy that forms the base of almost all stories of schooldays romance, or a romance story of any kind, truth be told. I’m actually at a loss to explain quite why this example of it is so gripping, where the vast majority, for me at least, can rapidly become laborious.

It may be that it takes place over such a short time, just over an hour’s worth really, where stories of this kind often play out in a series, which usually has around 26 episodes which are themselves around 20 minutes in length, with the pre-requisite nerve-stretching cliff-hanger at the end of every episode to ensure you watch the next. After around 20 episodes where a contrived peak in the story pits the characters in a quandary, it is fairly easy to become jaded with the process. After all, there’re only so many times you can go wide-eyed and make an ‘ungh!’ noise.

The characters in the piece are older than is usual for Ghibli, which, in my experience at least, tends to opt for young children as their heroes and heroines (or is 'hero' now unisex?). The art is typical Ghibli, which essentially means if you like the way Ghibli looks you’ll like the look of this and vice versa. A notable difference with this piece is its occasional habit of giving its characters quite mean eyes, the usual overblown roundness that is present in Ghibli, and anime in general, can quickly give way to a piercing angry glare that is very effective because of the judiciousness of its use.

Ocean Waves is done as a retrospective, with the main character narrating the story, which allows for the long-term narrative of the piece to feel natural and fluid, as the film covers a time from Junior High (middle school? I’m lost) through Senior High (I went to comp) and into college (I went to Uni). At times the film places a thick white border around the scenes it is portraying, making certain occasions seem like a hugely idealised portrayal of schooldays and childhood in general. That portrayal is a key point of the film. Despite focusing on the stories of two characters specifically, the film does pan out and give us glimpses of other characters’ stories developing, or coming to an end. Rikako doesn’t take part in cultural fairs and other group activities, but we are shown bursts of those who do, similarly Taku and Rikako have an unusual time whilst on holiday with the class in Hawaii (I went to North Wales), but we are shown the rest of the class having a ‘normal’ childhood.

I am using this phrase far too much in this review but here is goes: despite this, the film still portrays their experiences as a ‘normal’ childhood experience, they go to school, they do their work, they have fun with and fall out with their friends, and they ineffectually begin to learn what it is to like someone. They do undergo some fairly strange occurrences during this, but something strange is bound to have happened to most of us when we were children, even if it isn’t specifically flying to Tokyo on a whim.

The music is fairly minimalist, and, by now, fairly old fashioned, but it suits the setting well, and is masterful in setting the scene. The main recurring theme is a soft contemplative piano piece, though chirpy digital pipes and such also feature elsewhere. The film also isn’t afraid to drop the music completely and set the scene with some ambient noise, such as with the noise of children playing baseball, or through Japan’s favourite backing track: the buzzing of cicadas.

Stories about being in school are very popular, perhaps particularly so in Japan, and it is likely due to them tapping into a shared experience. It used to be easier to do this in stories, as when there were fewer television programs and no internet there were a larger number of things in people’s shared consciousness, which you could simply offer up for a Pavlovian “oh yeah, I remember that”. Peter Kay did it with Bullseye, Russell Howard does it with Thundercats, and Ocean Waves does it with, arguably, one of the last big bastions of shared experience: going to school. Although there is a flash of a Mazinkaiser parody flashed up on a TV in Ocean Waves, which may be an attempt to situate the film in a place in time, though it may very well cause a stirring of nostalgia for certain, presumably Japanese, viewers. I was just amused that the parody was named 'Gokaizer', as I enjoyed imagining a giant robotic Gok Wan terrorising the countryside in a bolshie, camp way. Probably not what they had in mind, especially bearing in mind this originally aired in 1993.

Nostalgia is the word I’ve tried to keep in check until the end, as if you don’t go for it in a big way, then Ocean Waves may not be for you. I wouldn’t say it is overwhelmingly sentimental in its portrayal, but that diagnosis is merely my opinion, and I sat there thinking “oh yeah, I remember that”. I would argue that it is, by and large, a fairly true, if idealised, representation of schooldays, or at the very least, a type of schooldays. Essentially, if you don’t have very fond memories of school, this film probably wont strike a chord with you.

I really enjoyed it though, but for me Ghibli would have to drop the ball fairly hard for me to have not enjoyed an offering. They did Nausicaa and Howl’s Moving Castle, Princess Mononoke and Spirited Away, remember? Oh yeah, I remember that.

Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind: Film Review

Title: Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (Kaze no Tani no Naushika)
Year: 1984 (English Language Re-Dub 2005)
Directed by: Hayao Miyazaki
Written by: Hayao Miyazaki


Original sci-fi epics are thin on the ground these days, with new takes on old stories littering our screens such as Battlestar Galactica, Flash Gordon, I am Legend and Doctor Who. It is fitting, then, to analyse a genuine oldie, rather than a rehash, and therefore I have opted to revisit a Miyazaki masterpiece, Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind.

When Nausicaä first made its way to English speaking shores, the respectful American market decided to release it exactly as is: knowing that a film is a work of art, and therefore deserves to be released as close to the authors vision as is possible. No, my mistake. Instead the footage was butchered into a new form and released as Warriors of the Wind. In contrast to the current trend of updating oldies, Nausicaä was released properly in 2005, with an English dub that is simply a direct adaptation of the Japanese release. In some ways, this wait may have proven fortuitous, as the calibre of voice actors they were able to bring in was likely higher than it would have been back in the day. I am, however, getting ahead of myself.

The story follows Nausicaä, the young Princess of the Valley of the Wind, a small kingdom near the edges of the gargantuan, oppressive and poisonous Toxic Jungle. Nausicaä is an unusual princess, inasmuch as she is constantly in danger throughout the film, due to her own adventurousness and explorative exploits. The heroine of the film is not a throne-dwelling non-entity, but a fantastical old-school monarch-figure, leading the metaphorical battle from the metaphorical front line.

The Toxic Jungle is the focal point of the film, as the poisonous spores released from the plant-life within are, to humans, fatal, and so human life is coloured by a constant struggle against these deadly flora. Similarly, the Toxic Jungle is home to ‘ohmu’, which are essentially super-sized insects, and anyone who has seen enlarged pictures of creepy-crawlies will know quite how disgusting that is.

Of the three nations in the Nausicaä mythos, only the people of the Valley of the Wind appreciate the need of co-existence with the Toxic Jungle, with all others attempting to discover ways to obliterate it completely.

In all aspects of Nausicaä, the design is detailed and varied, which makes the world feel huge and complete. The jungle scenes are overgrown and otherworldly, which really adds to the ominous nature of any time spent there, as the characters traipse around in strange masks, so as to survive in the inhospitable air. In stark contrast to the threatening jungle, the Valley of the Wind is a peaceful sylvan idyll, looking almost too much like the wet dream of an overexcited member of the Green Party.
Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind exists in an unusual marriage between swords & sorcery and hard sci-fi. The majority of the characters are decked out in something resembling tunics or ponchos, unless of course they are antagonistic, in which they are likely clad in a variety of plate-mail. Weapons range from daggers and swords to rifles that fire flares, also incorporating tanks, flamethrowers and mid-air dogfights, all-in-all it is a quite diverse mix which should be unsettling, but the unique magic of the world ensures that it is all included naturally.

Contrast is a huge part of the film, with even the look of the technologies used by the various nations creating dichotomies between them. The nation of Tolmekia uses obscenely colossal airships, hulking and grey, and whilst landing they gouge huge scars into beautifully green patchwork fields. The Valley of the Wind, conversely, is as lo-fi as it is possible to be whilst still utilising ‘technology’, the blades of their windmills are an organic brown, and even the blades of their swords are a translucent non-metal, which is little surprise really, the environmentally-friendly credentials of the Valley of the Wind are of paramount importance to the story.

The action in the film is tastefully done, with enough down time between bursts of hyperactivity so as not to render actual story meaningless. As I have discovered is usual of Japanese stories, a potent no-holds-barred vein even runs through yarns aimed at children, and so the pre-dominance of blood and death should be taken as read. The main criticism I have of the film is that Nausicaä is almost too brilliant, as she is loved by all, genuinely courageous, adept with nature, technology and at battle she is near-invincible, despite her small frame and her un-utilitarian mini-skirt. Honourable mention must go to her boots, which are outstanding. Having the young princess decimate a group of armour-clad adults using only a primitive croquet mallet is slightly jarring, no matter how distraught she may be. Adrenaline can certainly lend people unusual strength, battle prowess is another thing altogether. Fans of the overpowered old man character will quickly warm to Lord Yupa (voiced by Patrick Stewart), who is an inhumanly calm master swordsman.

It is good to see such a copious amount of characters bedecked in voluminous quantities of facial hair, I feel these are usually missing in the slick world of anime and manga character design, where smooth baby-faced androgyny is the norm. Lord Yupa is probably the most amazing exponent of the ludicrous facial hair, with a bushy grey goatee that obscures his mouth, also offset by the youthful brown Mohican he hides underneath his hat.

The film does occasionally hit a blip when it comes to the dialogue. As I mentioned briefly earlier, the cast are filled with a plethora of veritable movie talent, including Patrick Stewart, Shia LeBeouf, Uma Thurman and Luke Skywalker. The voice acting is fantastic, which, in my opinion, is still a slight novelty in English dub, which is blighted by its notoriously dreadful history. There are a number of lines in the script, however, which no actor could improve. There is a repetition of dialogue along the lines of “Look at those red eyes, he’s blind with rage”, playing slightly too heavy-handedly on the idea that the stampeding ‘ohmu’ literally cannot see because they are so furious.

Playing further on the idea of tortured puns, I wrinkled my nose slightly at the line: “Join our enterprise”, which I feel may have been crowbarred into the script due to the presence of Captain Jean-Luc in the cast. It is fully possible that I am simply too attuned to the world of awful nods to the audience to comment credibly. Despite my criticisms, there are some delightful turns of phrase dotted throughout the film, such as the oddly phrased, and for me, hugely amusing insult: “You act like a scared little fox-squirrel”. Slightly more direct, and a phrase I will be using myself, is the outburst: “Silence old hag, we’ll have none of your raving”.

The music, as you would expect of anything Ghibli, is utterly wonderful, and is scored by the magnificent Joe Hisaishi. My two favourite tracks from the film are ‘Stampede of the Ohmu’, which is one of the first numbers in the film, and is best described as portentous terror-cheese-synth. It is brilliantly led into by a sequence of silence, bursting into the actual track as an immense ohmu explodes from the dense jungle. The second track is a chirpy track entitled ‘Mehve (Seagull)’, which I have been unable to detect in the actual film, though it is present on the OST (Blog Trivia: and also on my phone, as my text tone).

The main message of the film seems to be one of the need to co-exist with nature, and to have more respect for the environment, lest we reduce the planet to an uninhabitable mud-rock. I’m sure there are a number of people who would disagree with the pro-Green points the film is attempting to make, though the message is surely more valid today than it was at its first inception. I would certainly hate to live in the world as portrayed in Nausicaä, although I’m sure I would enjoy the flying sequences.

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind certainly agrees with my firmly held belief that you cannot go wrong with Ghibli. Hayao Miyazaki’s studio is often described as the Japanese Disney, which he apparently is not pleased with, which I don’t blame him for, after all, aside from a number of fantastic classics, Disney has been responsible for a huge catalogue of awfulness. In comparison, (what I’ve seen of*) Ghibli has never been less than masterful, and Nausicaä is an example that has truly stood the test of time.

*Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind
Spirited Away
Only Tomorrow
Grave of the Fireflies
Howl’s Moving Castle
Whisper of the Heart
Princess Mononoke
Tales from Earthsea