Alexandr
Sokurov's The Sun [Solntse],
the third film in his ongoing tetralogy on historically
maligned world leaders in times of personal crisis,* is
one of those films where a little knowledge of history will
certainly enhance your appreciation and understanding of
what transpires on screen. Save for the time and place,
there is no introductory text to set things up for
the viewer, and a degree of general knowledge on the subject
is automatically assumed.
We
are in Tōkyō in the final days of the Second World War, and Emperor Hirohito
is sitting down for a meal. Nothing about this everyday
activity feels right. The atmosphere is sinister, his immediate
staff are uncomfortable, the room is dark and wood-lined
with no natural light, and Hirohito himself appears to be
in a state of nervous exhaustion. As he eats and is afterwards dressed
by his butler, the sense of impending doom increases. The radio brings
fleeting news of students who have died trying to defend their
country. The butler struggles to fasten buttons he must
have dealt with hundreds of times before. As the Emperor looks
down at his manservant, he observes that his head is bristling
with sweat.
When
Hirohito emerges from this gloomy but well specified suite,
we realise that it is encased in a concrete bunker, safely
protected from the destruction that has been unleashed on
the city by American aerial bombing. In a similarly opulent bunker
room, he meets with his military advisors. All are sweating
and in states of extreme agitation. Some are fighting back
tears, old men who struggle out words of military defiance
against increasingly impossible odds. It becomes clear that
for the Japanese the war is effectively over, and that the
Americans will soon be knocking on the gates of the Imperial
Palace.
Focussing
as it does on the final days of an Axis leader who is facing
imminent defeat in WW2, few opportunities have been passed
up to draw comparisons between Sokurov's film and Oliver
Hirschbiegel's Downfall [Der Untergang],
not least by this film's British distributor Artificial
Eye – the DVD cover not only quotes the a BBC review that
calls it "A companion piece to DOWNFALL" but also
goes with the tagline "Japan, Summer 1945. The downfall
of the land of THE SUN." And there certainly are similarities,
both in content and focus, but in most other respects these
are two vastly different films, the tone of the first twenty
minutes or so of The Sun having more in
common with David Lynch's Lost
Highway than Hirschbiegel's justifiably praised
work. Sokurov creates an atmosphere of dream-like dread
through the use of slightly skewed camera angles, short
dissolves in place of cuts, and a soundtrack that reflects
less the turmoil outside of the bunker than the one taking
place inside Hirohito's head. There is no instant dramatic
hook here, no dark turns of fate and no battle scenes, save
for a visually and aurally stunning surrealistic daydream
in which a devastated city is circled by bombers shaped
like flying fish. Whereas in Downfall, Hitler
was reacting to defeat by lashing out at all those around
him, Hirohito is in conflict only with himself, with his shame
and horror at the destruction of his country and its fall
to forces the Japanese had always regarded as racially inferior.
It
is difficult if not impossible from a modern western perspective
to fully appreciate the status of the Emperor in pre-1945
Japan. He was not regarded simply as a ruler, a monarch,
a symbol of national identity, but a God in human form,
someone that his subjects would willingly lay down their
lives for. This was not a matter of opinion or
belief, but regarded as an essential truth. The Emperor
was, in the literal sense of the term, divine. One of the
conditions of the peace agreement imposed by General MacArthur
was that Hirohito renounce his divine status and publicly
admit his humanity. The effect on the Japanese people of
such a statement was devastating – try to imagine a life-long
belief in a God that is shattered when the very God, whose
voice you have never heard, announces on the radio that
he is just a man after all. For the Japanese people, this
was a pivotal moment in history – they did not just suffer
military defeat, a cornerstone of their religious faith
was essentially destroyed.
It
is in the meetings between Hirohito and MacArthur that the
film takes its most creative liberties with historical fact,
although even then these events fall into the realms of the
'maybe' rather than the 'definitely not'. The first
has Hirohito conducting his conversations with MacArthur
in English, claiming that he can speak a variety of languages
with some eloquence. Although Hirohito's early education
was thorough and did, as far as we know, include some English
tutoring, there is little evidence I am aware of to suggest
that he ever held conversations with MacArthur in anything
but Japanese through an interpreter, something substantiated
by MacArthur's own published memoirs. In addition, there
is the suggestion here that Hirohito's rejection of his
divine status was at his own suggestion rather than an enforced
condition of his surrender.
But
there is clear purpose to these creative decisions, as Sokurov
charts Hirohito's transformation from God to man, presented
here as a process of gentle liberation, and one that he
embarks on voluntarily. His use of English provides MacArthur
with an instant indication of Hirohito's willingness to
cooperate and capitulate in order to save his people, a
conciliatory move that the interpreter, who works for MacArthur
but is still loyal to his Emperor, believes will be harmful
to the Emperor's status, pleading politely that "a
deity in this imperfect world can only speak in Japanese."
The common language also allows MacArthur to dismiss the
interpreter so that the two men can communicate on a more personal
level, which reaches a symbolic peak when Hirohito lights
an offered cigar from MacArthur's own in a moment that has an almost sexual intimacy.
Left
alone for a short while, the Emperor extinguishes a number
of candles as if rehearsing for the everyday tasks that
until then have always been performed for him, and even,
momentarily, slips into a dreamy waltz. He is observed as
he does so by MacArthur, who is, like so many others others
throughout the film, watching the man from a place of hiding,
through the gap of a half-closed door. Where others have
gazed with awe or concern, however, MacArthur shows understanding
and perhaps even respect, an attitude that would later prompt
him to dissuade President Truman and others from trying
Hirohito for war crimes.
Elsewhere,
Hirohito's transformation from deity to family man is signalled
by the simplest of activities (on arriving at his first
meeting with MacArthur, he waits for the door to be opened
for him simply because he has never had to open one himself)
and the most offbeat of scenes. One of the most memorable is a photo call
outside of his palace for American newsmen, where his is
initially ignored and then cheerfully poses beside flowers and
is likened to Charlie Chaplin, reflecting his curious fascination
with the Hollywood movie stars of the period.
What
The Sun does share with Downfall
is a superb central performance, with Issei Ogata brilliantly
capturing the inner turmoil of a man facing what for centuries
would have been deemed unimaginable to the Japanese people,
constantly battling to suppress emotions that are simply
not fit for Gods to display. His ever-quivering mouth also
hints at something beyond mere emotional response, perhaps
at the meningitis that had remained in the Imperial family
through several generations of inbreeding.
The
creative speculations about language and responsibility
aside, there is an impressive level of authenticity to the
presentation of this chapter in Japanese history, from the
staging of historically recorded events (the garden photo
shoot, the meeting with MacArthur) to the way Hirohito walked
and gestured, something a Japanese friend who grew up under
his post-war reign described simply as "truth."
Alexandr
Sokorov is probably best known in the UK for his 2002 film
Russian Ark, a work that very starkly divided
opinion, something that may well also happen with The
Sun. I've already seen one on-line review that
claimed the first twenty minutes or so were boring because
"nothing happens." I, on the other hand, was mesmerised
from start to finish, as was my Japanese companion, whose
opinion I, as an English viewer watching a Russian film
about an event of enormous significance in modern Japanese
history, particularly valued. In that respect, despite their
considerable differences, maybe The Sun
is indeed an appropriate companion piece to Downfall
after all.
Oooo,
this is a tricky one. The picture appears correctly framed
at 1.78:1 and anamorphically enhanced, but
initial impressions of the picture quality itself are not
that favourable – colours are severely muted, sharpness
is iffy and grain dances loudly all over the picture.
As the film progresses, however, it becomes clear that the toned-down
colour scheme is very deliberate and that the grain may
well very much part of the film's visual aesthetic. Adding
to the mix is the knowledge that it was shot in sometimes
dimly lit locations on digital video, which produces its
own image quality issues. It's a hard call on the DVD transfer
simply because at this stage I do not know how much of this
is down to an artistic decision on Sokurov's part. We are
running a 35mm print of the film in early April and I will
have a better idea then of how closely the DVD transfer
matches the original, and will update the review accordingly.
Given the standard of most of Artificial Eye's output, my
money is on this being a fairly faithful transfer, but I'll
reserve final judgement until I've seen it on the big screen.
Addition
(5 April 2006): Well I've seen the film on the big screen and its
no easier a call than before. Without doubt this is
one of the darkest films I've ever seen in a cinema
– much of it plays almost as if the projector
bulb is working at half power. This is deliberate,
of course, with the descendant of the Sun God constantly
wrapped in the gloom of defeat, even in the exterior
scenes. Despite being shot on digital video, detail
is actually very good much of the time, although there
are some motion smears as the result of the transfer
to film. The muted colours and sometimes soft picture
are certainly representative of how the film looked
in the cinema, although the transfer to digital has
clearly picked up on the film grain and enhanced it.
Some shots in the film are so dark that frankly I'm
surprised they survived the transfer to DVD with any
detail at all. On the whole I'd say this was, given
the original material, a pretty good transfer – I
have a feeling it would take Criterion-like dedication
to improve much on it, but there still is room for
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It's
a similar story, as such, with the soundtrack. Although
Dolby 2.0 surround and very clear, it is a tad disappointing
in that it sits largely front and centre – Sokurov uses
sound to powerful effect throughout the film and it just
screams out for a widely spread and more inclusive mix.
But again, this may well be how it plays in the cinema or
was supplied for international release. It did not seriously
hamper my involvement in the film – the actual use of sound
is too good for that – but given the stunning soundtrack
on the region 1 DVD of Russian Ark, I can't
help wonder if there there's a beefier mix out there somewhere.
The
subtitles, which are removable, are very clear, but a few
shots are framed in such a way that the text occasionally
obscures Hirohito's face. There is also one rather odd quirk
of translation – more than once, when Hirohito is writing
or reciting poetry, the word 'sakura', meaning 'cherry blossom',
is left curiously translated as, well, 'sakura'. Another mis-translation,
'o-kami', meaning God or deity, has no English equivalent
in the context in which it is used here, and so 'your majesty'
seems appropriate.
Not
too much here. The original Russian Trailer
(0:58) includes brief snippets from pretty much all of the
CGI shots in the film (and there aren't many), but gives
only a hint at the film's tone.
The
Production Notes, though brief,
are written by Sokurov himself and are thus of interest.
The
Alexandr Sokurov Biography is
also a little on the short side, but includes a complete
Filmography for the director.
Sokurov's
films are the sort that viewers with little patience like
to label disparigingly as 'arty' and suggest that those
who profess to like them are doing so to look trendy.
If that description fits you then don't worry, Final
Destination 3 is still playing at the local multiplex.
But for those tuned to his approach (who have included in
their time Paul Schrader and Martin Scorsese), The
Sun is a fascinating work, quietly hypnotic in
its technique and connecting us on an almost metaphysical
level to the inner turmoil of a man in a state of emotional
metamorphosis.
The
picture on Artificial Eye's DVD is on the rough side, but
this may well represent the film as it was shot and shown
theatrically, something I hope to confirm following our
cinema screening in April. For now it comes cautiously recommended
for the film itself, which for my money is one of fascinating
works yet of a bold and consistent intriguing film-maker.
*
The two previous films were Mololoch (1999),
which focussed on Hitler in 1942, and Telets
(2001), whose subject was the final days of Lenin.
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