Still WalkingThe latest from Japanese director Hirokazu Kore-eda is a nearly flawless film that delicately and beautifully deals with memory, family, death, and life.Review by Alissa Wilkinson | posted 8/28/2009 08:58AM

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Still Walking
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MPAA rating: Not Rated
Genre: Drama, Foreign
Theater release: June 28, 2008 by IFC Films
Directed by: Hirokazu Kore-eda
Runtime: 1 hour 54 minutes
Cast: Hiroshi Abe, Yui Natsuwaka, You, Kazuya Takahashi, Shohei Tanaka, Kirin Kiki, Yoshio Harada
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Japanese director Hirokazu Kore-eda started out making documentaries, then moved into narrative films, for which he has been highly praised. He commonly explores death, shame, and memory—themes that are embedded into the fabric of Japanese society—and though his early work is sometimes rendered stilted by its detached approach, he has lately warmed to his audiences, inviting them into his stories.
His latest, Still Walking, is, quite frankly, a nearly perfect film, and one that even non-Japanese audiences will find accessible and engaging. Shot beautifully, directed skillfully, it bears a domestic naturalism that is surprisingly absorbing, given its fixation on the everyday while telling a story of greater, deeper meaning.

Family and food are dominant themes
The Yokoyama family gathers each year to memorialize the day of their oldest son's accidental drowning. On the fifteenth anniversary of this memorial, the children return home to their parents' small-town house with their families in tow. Ryota, recently laid off and too ashamed to tell his parents, reluctantly brings his new wife and young stepson, who lost his own father when he was too small to remember him. Chinami, bubbly and cheery, arrives with her husband and two rambunctious children; they'd like to move into the family home alongside the grandparents in the near future, but the older folks aren't so sure.
Grandmother Toshiko busies herself cooking for her family, alternating a bustling industry with that familiar passive-aggressive prodding of offspring unique to mothers. Grandfather Kyohei, who was forced to retire from his medical practice because of sight problems, now hides out in his office, unable to help his neighbors with their health problems and bitter that the son who might have maintained the practice was cruelly snatched from him.
Nearly the entire film takes place over the course of the overnight visit. The family prays briefly before their brother's memorial shrine, then spends the rest of the time chatting, teasing one another, telling stories, revealing secrets, laughing, crying, and eating together. (The food is one of the most beautifully shot parts of the film: sizzling tempura corn cakes, carefully chosen sushi, brightly colored shelled edamame, and much more. You'll want to go to a Japanese restaurant after the movie.)

It's a story that covers multiple generations
The tale unfolds slowly. Various narrative threads unwind and then slowly combine. Quiet and buoyant, humorous and sad, Still Walking skillfully captures the universal dynamic of most families, who at once harbor bitterness, forgiveness, anger, and love within their relationships.
Its musings are important, reminding the viewer to treasure loved ones before it's too late, exploring regret and bitterness and their ramifications over time, and playing with the nature of memory. As a photograph of the missing loved one is carried into the family photograph that's being taken, we are reminded that, as one character says, "People might die, but they are never really gone."
Though it's certainly unintended, Still Walking's resemblance to Summer Hours, a French film from earlier this year, is striking. Both films deal with intergenerational familial conflict—and truly believable love. They both confront the changes in a family and a society that happen when the younger generations come of age, causing parents and grandparents to move out of the spotlight and sometimes into obscurity. It happens in youth-obsessed cultures, like ours, and it happens in cultures that have a more historic respect for their elders, like Kore-eda's. It is fascinating—and revealing—that films from such disparate cultures share this common theme.

After watching, you may want to go to a Japanese restaurant
Kore-eda also pays homage in this film to Yasujiro Ozu's classic Tokyo Story, which tells of ungrateful but sophisticated children (and a compassionate daughter-in-law) who visit their simple, aged parents, not realizing how brief and precious their time with them is. Kore-eda renews these themes while approaching his own familiar themes of memory and shame from a compassionate, humane perspective.