PIGS, PIMPS, and PROSTITUTES (Imamura, 1961-1964)
Criterion Collection, DVD, Release Date May 19, 2009
Review by Christopher S. Long
(On the occasion of the 90th anniversary of director Shohei Imamura's birth, here's a re-post, with substantial revisions, of my review of the 2009 Criterion set "Pigs, Pimps, and Prostitutes." Well, of two-thirds of it anyway. I'll get to "Intentions of Murder" some day, I promise.)
Shohei Imamura was one of the leading
figures of what would eventually be called the Japanese New Wave,
more a marketing ploy than a film movement, intended to piggy back on
the success of the Nouvelle Vague. New Waves were crashing ashore
almost everywhere in the '60s even long after the French directors
had ceased to be commercial draws.
There is no direct connection between
Godard’s “Breathless” (1960) and Imamura’s “Pigs and
Battleships” (1961) but it’s hard not to see some similarities
between the male protagonists. Just as the stylishly doomed Michel
Poiccard fashioned himself a gangster from the classical Hollywood
mold, Kinta (Hiroyuki Nagato) is a young man who expects to make it
big as a glamorous criminal.
Godard’s film is heavily laden with
irony, but still indulges in the fantasy of the American gangster
film. Imamura’s movie is the opposite, a jaundiced, de-romanticized
study of the world of low-level crooks (chimpira, a notch or two
below the yakuza) just barely scraping out a filthy existence in the
decrepit port city of Yokosuka, a former fishing village turned U.S.
naval base .
There’s nothing pretty about the
world of the chimpira, and there’s nothing pretty about Imamura’s
portrayal of its people, rendered in stark black-and-white. At first
blush, “Pigs and Battleships” might appear to be an anti-American
film. The U.S. sailors are universally depicted as huge brutish louts
who speak more in semi-coherent grunts than in comprehensible
English. They bully the locals and frequent the whorehouses.
But an establishing high crane shot
situates all of the town's denizens as cosmically insignificant, and
the Japanese citizens don’t come across any better than their
American counterparts. Kinta’s road to gangster’s paradise runs
right through a pig farm, his gang's primary business. The bosses
spend most of their time worrying about how to scrape together enough
money to feed the swine herd, and the main drama revolves around an
attempt to negotiate a deal for scraps from the naval base. And like
the pigs on the farm (and of the title) these small-time hoods all
nuzzle up to the same trough, rooting around for the last bit of
rancid melon or hardened crust of bread.
The women don’t fare much better with
the exception of Kinta’s girlfriend Haruko (Jitsuko Yoshimura) who
works in a small bar frequented by the gangsters. Her mother wants
nothing but the best for her, or rather for herself. Mom’s plan is
for Haruko to become the mistress of an American sailor in exchange
for a monthly stipend, and she can’t understand why her stubborn
daughter isn’t willing to shoulder her fair share of the family
burden.
Haruko ultimately emerges as the true
protagonist as Kinta’s delusions of grandeur don’t survive a
brush with reality. Haruko’s ability to recognize and react to
changing circumstances enables her to break free of this squalid
world. The adaptability of women under duress is a theme that
connects the first two films in this set.
There are some inspired moments in
“Pigs and Battleships,” as Imamura indulges his penchant for
off-kilter camera angles and disorienting cross-cutting, but none
more so than the climactic shootout which results in an army of pigs
stampeding through the town’s crowded, neon-drenched streets. The
gangsters run for their lives from the seemingly endless wave of
swine, and the metaphor is barely subtle enough to qualify as a
metaphor. The film is miserable, depressing, disgusting, and
absolutely brilliant.
“Pigs and Battleships” looks like
“Mary Poppins” compared to the grotesque world of “The Insect
Woman” (1963), Imamura’s follow-up to the modest breakout success
of “Pigs.” Tome (Sachiko Hidari) is the “insect woman” of the
title (which, in the original, is actually “Japanese Etymology”)
though she can better be described as a chameleon. Born a bastard
child into a world with no good options, she scrambles as best she
can to survive.
Tome won’t grow up with many happy
memories of childhood. The older women in her family, including mom,
see her as either a burden or a possible wage earner. Papa,
meanwhile, sees her as a ready and willing sexual partner, and the
film goes to great lengths to detail their relationship, with at
least one shocking scene that won't quickly be forgotten.
Tome escapes to the city where she
shuttles between various menial jobs, eventually winding up as the
madam of a brothel. Once again she finds an older man (who she calls
Papa) who takes advantage of her. But now there’s a difference.
Tome is strong and willful enough to take advantage in return and she
uses her abilities (her sexual attractiveness, her intelligence, her
ruthlessness) to secure the best living she can.
Both films are relentlessly grim but
both provide an escape for one of the female characters. In “Insect
Woman” it’s Tome’s daughter Nobuko (Jitsuko Yoshimura again)
who breaks the grim cycle. In a twisted way, the film is a take on
the maternal melodrama in which mom sacrifices everything to save her
little girl though Tome won't win any Parent of the Year awards.
“The Insect Woman” was Imamura’s
major breakthrough hit, presumably because it contained just the
right amount of perviness under just enough of an art-house sheen to
attract both a commercial audience and international festival crowds.
To me, it’s not nearly as interesting as “Pigs and Battleships”
but it’s certainly an unforgettable movie and its seemingly
arbitrary use of freeze frames is something I’ve never really seen
before. It’s also quite innovative (and occasionally irritating) in
its disorienting method of skipping rather abruptly ahead in time,
cutting off subplots and replacing them with new ones as it spans
roughly forty years in Tome’s life.
This boxed set also includes a third
film, “Intentions of Murder” (1964) which I have not yet had the
opportunity to see, save to skim about ten minutes to check for video
and audio quality.
Video:
Finally, I get to write something less
than glowing about a Criterion transfer. All three films are
presented in their original 2.35:1 aspect ratios. The transfers are
strong by most standards, but just so-so on the Criterion scale. All three films are
shot in black and white and the contrast isn’t quite as sharp as
we’ve become accustomed to from this studio. “Insect Woman” in
particular looks slightly dull in some shots. Still, these are all solid efforts.
Audio:
The DVDs are presented in Dolby Digital
Mono. The sound mixes are expectedly flat but clean and efficient.
Optional English subtitles support the Japanese audio.
Extras:
Each of the three films is housed in
its own keep case. All three cases are stored in a cardboard
slipcase.
Each disc features a video essay by
critic Tony Rayns (from 13-15 min, each).
“Pigs and Battleships” offers the
documentary “Imamura: Freethinker” (60 min.) Directed by Paolo
Rocha, this originally aired on the French TV series “CinĂ©ma de
notre temps” in 1995.
“Insect Woman” and “Intentions of
Murder” each include an Imamura interview (21 min. and 24 min,
respectively) conducted by critic Tadao Sato.
Each disc has a separate insert booklet
with essays by Audie Bock (“Pigs”), Dennis Lim (“Insect Woman”)
and James Quandt (“Intentions.”)
Final Thoughts:
Imamura had quite a run in the '60s
from “Pigs and Battleships” to his hit “The Pornographers”
(1966). His career was a bit more uneven in the '70s but he managed
a critical hit with “Vengeance is Mine” in 1979. He came
storming back with two Palme d’Or winners at Cannes: “The Ballad
Of Narayama” (1983) and “The Eel” (1997) which shared the top
award with Abbas Kiarostami’s magisterial “A Taste of Cherry.”
Imamura’s last feature film was “Warm Water Under a Red Bridge”
(2001.) He died in 2006 of complications from liver cancer.
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