Is it possible that Japanese and English are so far apart that translators are creating entirely new works?
“Stylist Hiro says the hairdo, called ‘Ripe Tomatoes’ or kanjuku tomato in Japanese, is his masterpiece.”
amber gris | bright or blind (2013)
Amber gris is one of the very few active bands that I still care about and listen to once in while. They have great musicianship, catchy songs and quality production on their releases. I haven’t heard a vk debut album (“Pomander”) quite like theirs in a long time. “Pomander” was instantly addictive and full of rich melodies that I just love sinking into. They are also classy enough to not version-spam their releases (for now), which even major bands do now days. (-.-);
Btw, they just released their second album “Around Children” last week. Hopefully, Amber Gris can continue to impress from now on.
amber gris - Around Children
2. MARCH in the SNOW
3. bright or blind
6. Sweet blood pool
10. for crying out loud
So Kyo was like “ooh I wanna do it like that Like @ Angel pv” and so he did. :)
special bonus video for Kuroyume fans, or anyone who like boobies: https://mega.co.nz/#!DIUS3RzY!RVWWQz598-7Cwdtm0QCK_Gv4J2cE6uACs_egH_B-iV4
Donald Richie, one of the most prominent American writers on Japan and on expatriate life, who is best known for introducing the English-speaking world to the golden age of Japanese cinema, including the director Akira Kurosawa, died on Tuesday at a hospital in Tokyo. He was 88.
In 1959, he and Joseph Anderson published what is regarded by film studies experts as the first English-language book on Japanese movies, “The Japanese Film: Art and Industry.” In his memoir, he recounted how in the late 1940s he paid his first visit to a Japanese studio, where he met a director in a white floppy hat and “someone I guessed was a star … in a loose Hawaii-shirt.” Thus began Mr. Richie’s lifelong acquaintance with two of the giants of Japanese cinema, Mr. Kurosawa and the actor Toshiro Mifune.
Openly bisexual, Mr. Richie also wrote frankly about his lovers both male and female, saying Japan’s greater tolerance of homosexuality in the 1940s compared to the United States was one reason he returned after graduating from Columbia University in 1953.
Still, Mr. Richie seemed to have a complex view of the nation where he spent most of his life. In his writings, he did not shy from painting a less-than-rosy picture of its xenophobic society. Yet, he also found much to praise, particularly the sense of balance and subtlety apparent in traditional Japanese arts.
Indeed, some of Mr. Richie’s most poignant writings describe his status as an American expatriate in a nation that keeps outsiders at a distance. He said he never sought to become a Japanese citizen, but instead seemed to revel in his position on the margins of Japanese society, which he wrote offered him far greater personal freedom than he could have had back in Ohio.
I never got through the TV series — too many long, static shots of silhouetted people in elevators talking about budgets, and long, panning landscapes with birds (or locusts) chirping. Every 20 minute episode felt like an hour and fifty.
(I was watching it in Japanese, on Japanese TV, unfluently, back in 1996, when it was EXPLODING over there: anime stores were taken over with EVA merch, it aired on television a bunch, incl. a New Years-ish marathon that I stalwartly attempted to sit through, drinking [fell asleep around episode 8…])
I tried to watch it with English subbing on VHS a couple years later, back in New York. And then on DVD a few years after that, back in Tokyo again.
I never got through it.
So when I checked out Evangelion 1.11 in 1080p a couple months ago, I wasn’t expecting much.
But awesomely, it was retelling the same-ish story as the TV series, but WITH A BUDGET. There were identical shots and dialog as in the TV series, but everything moved faster and looked better. There was still dramatic tension, but it didn’t feel like the director was trying to eat up a few extra seconds with another long still shot of whatever.
If you’ve tried to get into Evangelion (the TV show) and just couldn’t, you should try 1:11 and 2:22 and the upcoming 3:33 (and 4:44 in another year)… it’s really good.
Yet hours after a magazine published photographs of her leaving his home last month, Minegishi, a member of the wildly popular girl band AKB48, went on to YouTube to issue a tearful apology.
“As a senior member of the group, it is my responsibility to be a role model for younger members,” she said, before ending the four-minute mea culpa with a deep, lingering bow.
The most striking thing about her apology, however, was her appearance. She had shaved her head, a traditional act of contrition in Japan, but perhaps a step too far for a 20-year-old woman whose “crime” was to have found herself a boyfriend – 19-year-old Alan Shirahama, a dancer in a boyband.
A) It’s all bullshitty publicity-seeking overdramatic nonsense.
B) If she was gay and forced to apologize thusly, SHIT WOULD BE HITTING THE FAN.
Personally I think if she’s a role model for the younger AKB48 members, she should stand up to her sadistic corporate overlords for requiring such unnatural behavior. SEX IS A GOOD AND NATURAL THING.
lost in translation (2003)
I HATED this movie ten years ago, living in Japan. It portrayed the Japanese as moronic, Bill Murray was the worst kind of American asshole, Scarlett Johansson was a whiny shut-in, the script featured too many old gags about R’s & L’s (“lip my stocking”, etc)… it screamed close-minded unworldliness.
Also it felt soooo sloowwwww.
But that was ten years ago. Over the last couple years I’ve been getting into mellower, more contemplative cinema, like Woody Allen’s recent ScarJoey movies (Match Point, Scoop, and esp. Vicky Christina Barcelona).
Feeling nostalgic for some Japanese scenery, and it being a decade and all, I went back and re-watched Lost in Translation late last night.
Bill Murray came off as less of a jerk this time, and I was less defensive about the ridiculous Japanese directors and businessmen and their portrayal, this time reading it as an injunction against ALL shallow and/or dippy creative and business types regardless of nationality (witness Giovanni Ribisi and Anna Faris also being portrayed negatively).
I understood Murray’s tired point of view more, his feeling lost or stuck. I resented his being morose while earning $2 million for a couple days’ “work” less.
I saw Bill and Scarlett hanging out as more realistic, as two people who clicked, and overcame the “old man want sex, young woman want money” angle that seemed to subconsciously drive the relationship on my first viewing.
And the pair did go out quite a bit — a couple parties, a strip club, karaoke, Kyoto temples, shabu-shabu.
I still didn’t see it as a romance so much as a couple souls connecting in a strange place (a connection I still think would completely evaporate once the isolation and alienation they were feeling vanished — their entire bonding relied on them being “them against the world” for the duration of their stay).
Also, the photography was rarely more than pedestrian; there’s maybe a dozen shots (golf with Mt Fuji in the background, a few shots looking out windows) that speak truthfully about the beauty of the country, and way too many handheld shots crossing streets in Shibuya or Shinjuku or wherever they were. I recalled the film looking better than it does.
So, all in all an improvement in my opinion of the film, but to my mind it’s still’s not ALL THAT like a lot of people think. But now, if you say you like it, I won’t immediately write-off your opinion of everything else.
Japanese TV Commercials, Merry Christmas 2012 Edition.
Luna Sea’s In My Dream with Shiver PV:
What would this band do without stock video of clouds?
In Japan, riders immediately want to know which car will serve them—indicated by a light and the sound of a gong—even if the elevator won’t arrive for 30 seconds. That way, people can line up in front of the correct elevator.
Japan also boasts, in Ms. Christy’s opinion, the smoothest, best-riding elevators. “When you get into an elevator there, you sometimes think you are ‘stuck’ in the elevator because the motion is so smooth and quiet,” she says.
I’d watch a Where Are They Now or two on music video chicks from the ’80s.