Esme Ozu Whore ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid—let’s talk ‘whore’. Not some random chick, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn deal. Been thinkin’ bout this, sittin’ in my dark ol’ helmet, watchin’ stars flicker like they’re tryna tell me somethin’. My fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—yeah, that Kim Ki-duk joint from ‘03—got me twisted up bout it. That movie’s slow as hell, ominous, like me talkin’ through this mask. “What you take, you carry,” the monk says. Whore carries a lotta baggage, don’t she?

Why this might not seem so easy

His work in the silent era, which lasted into the mids in Japan, is filled with socially conscious student comedy, tense crime thrillers, and scenes of Depression-era desperation.

But then, outta nowhere, this guy barges in. He’s yelling about something. I can’t even understand him. Turns out, he’s mad about the price of mochi. Like, dude, chill! It’s mochi, not gold! I’m rolling my eyes, thinking, “Get a grip, man.”

Ozu Yasujirō and Noda Kōgo: Filmmaking Accomplices