Vivian Wu, Yoshi Oida, Ken Ogata, Ewan McGregor, Hideko
Yoshida, Judy Ongg. (Not Rated, 124 min.)
British director Greenaway (Prospero's Books, The Cook, the Thief, His Wife, &
Her Lover) has a cinematic style that's all his own, and this meditation on the vagaries
of love, betrayal, and vengeance is rife with the man's peculiar take on life and
filmmaking. Ostensibly the story of a young Japanese woman infatuated with the erotic
possibilities of traditional Sino-Japanese calligraphy, Greenaway and his picture-perfect
cast weave so many interlacing threads into the story, and so many curious subtexts
-- stylistic and otherwise -- that it sometimes leaves us scratching our heads in wonderment.
It's beautiful, but what does it mean? Wu plays Nagiko, who, upon first encounter,
is a little girl in Kyoto. Every birthday, her father, an author, inscribes her face
with intricate, gorgeous calligraphy while telling her the (Japanese) story of creation.
During these early years, she becomes aware that an unscrupulous publisher has blackmailed
her father: In exchange for the publication of his books, the publishers will withdraw
certain sexual favors. This knowledge haunts the young girl as she grows up and eventually
enters into a sort of high-brow, low-rent aristocracy amongst the bohemians in nearby
Hong Kong. There, she seeks out a suitable lover who might be able to rekindle her
passions through what might be called "full-body erotic calligraphy." It's Sex and
Zen minus the guffaws. When Nagiko finally runs into the expatriate British translator
Jerome (McGregor), she's in heaven. Not only can he, after a bit of practice, do
calligraphy with and upon her, he's also a brilliant lover. That's as much as I feel
comfortable saying about Greenaway's plot for now -- his films are best entered into
unawares (the title, however, comes from the Japanese slang for a diary). As one
of the leading visual stylists in the world today, Greenaway infuses his work with
maddeningly rich designs and set-pieces. Everything is related to everything else
on screen, and this time out, more so than ever before, and more thrillingly to boot.
In fact, as ambitious as The Pillow Book is, Greenaway has redefined the configuration
of the screen entirely. Frequently, the director will have up to five different images
running at once, although never in a format as banal as DePalma-style split-screen.
Instead, he records several camera angles of the same shot and relegates them to
the four corners of the movie screen, leaving the middle wide open for the master
shot. On top of that (or below that, actually), run an unending series of subtitles,
song lyrics, and other texts. I'm tempted to say it's le nouvelle vague all over
again, but I'm afraid Claude Chabrol might kick my teeth in, so I won't. What it
is is breathtaking moviemaking. Against all odds, it works, magically, transcendentally,
perfectly. It's the shock of the new, once more, with feeling.
4.0 stars
--Marc Savlov
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