Rashomon (1950).
Akira Kurosawa, director. Fullscreen (1.33:1), B&W, Dolby Digital 1.0 (Japanese with English subtitles). Commentary. Criterion.
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In the eleventh century, Rashomon was the name of the great south
gate of Kyoto, the ancient capital of Japan. It is also the name of
one of two short stories by turn-of-the-twentieth-century Japanese
writer Ryunosuke Akutagawa (both reprinted in the superb booklet
included with this DVD), from which this famous film was adapted. (It
is actually the second story, "In A Grove," which supplies
Rashomon's plot, and the first, its title and
setting.)
In the short story "Rashomon," the ruined city gate is a
hellish spot, where thieves and outcasts gather and unclaimed corpses
are left to rot (and be vandalized). In the movie, Rashomon Gate
retains this same hellishness, although there is also something about
it reminiscent of a fallen temple. Within the shelter of the Gate,
three men—a Buddhist priest, a woodcutter, and a
commoner—gather to weather a rainstorm. The commoner, whose
arrival launches the story, interrupts a heated conversation between
the other two men. Both have just witnessed a criminal trial which has
left them shaken. Indeed, the priest is so distraught he fears he may
lose his faith.
Curious, the cynical commoner asks what has so disturbed them. Thus
begins a recounting of the trial testimony, in which a rape and murder
are described three times by three different eyewitnesses—the
rapist and putative murderer, a brigand named Tajomaru (Toshiró
Mifune); the victim of the rape and wife of the murdered man, a
noblewoman named Masako (Machiko Kyó); and the dead man
himself, a samurai named Takehiro (Masayuki Mori), who speaks from
beyond the grave after his spirit is summoned by an eerie medium.
(There will be a fourth eyewitness, who hasn't testified to all
he's seen at the trial, and that is the woodcutter himself.)
Though the key events in each of the retellings remain the
same—the violation of the woman and the death of the
samurai—circumstances, motives, and meanings change drastically
with each teller.
In the brigand's heroic version, after raping the woman he
frees the samurai, whom he has tied to a tree stump, so he may revenge
his wife's disgrace. They cross swords in a fair fight, and the
samurai is killed.
In the wife's pathetic version, the brigand simply abandons
her after the rape. Guilt-ridden for not dying in defense of her
honor, she begs her husband for mercy—or death. But the samurai
only stares at her in contemptuous silence. Driven to despair, she
herself kills her husband with the dagger she meant for him to use on
her, then tries repeatedly and unsuccessfully to kill herself.
In the husband's tragic version, after the rape, his wife
shrilly commands the brigand to kill her husband—the sole
witness to her dishonor—then make her his wife. Disgusted
by the woman's cruelty, the brigand offers to kill the wife for
the samurai, but she escapes. The thief then frees the samurai and
leaves him alone with his shame. Overwhelmed by betrayal and loss of
face, he commits seppuku with his wife's dagger.
In the woodcutter's black-comic version, no one acts with a
shred of dignity. The woman is hysterically vengeful—not caring
who lives or dies, so long as someone pays for her dishonor; the two
men are cowards; their sword fight is a burlesque, in which each runs
away from the other; and the samurai is killed by chance, when he
slips and the brigand seizes the moment to spear him with a thrown
sword.
Although Rashomon is so famously about the subjectivity of
truth that it has become a synonym for the idea, it is less famously
and obviously about the nature of truth-telling. What appalls the
idealistic priest, disgusts the decent woodcutter, and simply confirms
the commoner's cynical view of human nature aren't merely
the lies that men tell themselves and each other, but the vanity of
those lies. In Rashomon, even beyond the grave, all is
vanity—and a chasing after wind.
Ironically, the movie itself is an illustration of this, for it was
director Akira Kurosowa's vanity (he feared his story was too
dark) that caused him to tack on an "upbeat"
ending—not in either of Ryunosuke's stories—in which
the woodcutter rescues an abandoned infant, and thereby restores the
possibility of a selfless human act. Everything else in
Rashomon belies this sentimentality. Indeed, everything else in
the movie is what makes Rashomon so disturbing, and so
great.
A word—actually several thousand—needs to be said about
Kurosawa's direction and editing, Shinobu Hashimoto's
script (co-authored by Kurosawa), Kazuo Miyagawa's incomparable
black-and-white cinematography, So Matsuyama's sets, and H.
Motsumoto's art direction. The famous opening scenes in the rain
and ruin of the Gate, with water spilling from all the eaves and
angles, the woodcutter's amazing silent journey into the
sun-dappled woods (for as in a fairy tale, the story takes place in
the heart of a forest), the pre-Raphaelite exquisiteness of the shots
of Masako as she passes Tajomaru on horseback or wets her hand in a
forest pond…all of the imagery constantly acts out
Rashomon's themes—its unfathomable mixture of
darkness and light, reality and romance, vanity and…whatever
else there is.
Criterion's transfer of this masterwork is the best
I've seen. While there are a few visible flaws in the negative,
overall contrast and tone are so good that these don't matter.
Buy this disc.
- Jonathan Valin
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