Tokyo Story: The Quiet Pain of Growing Apart
I’ll be honest: Before I hit play on Tokyo Story (1953), I was a little nervous. Black and white, slow pace, 1950s Japan, and a director named Yasujirō Ozu—sounds like the kind of movie film critics love to write about, but average viewers fall asleep during, right? Well, I finished it. Quietly. And I spent a good few minutes sitting on the couch afterward, staring at the credits, feeling a strange mix of sadness and reflection. This movie is real—so real it’s almost uncomfortable to watch. The Story is Simple… Almost Too Simple At its core, Tokyo Story is incredibly straightforward. An elderly couple travels from their small seaside town to Tokyo to visit their adult children. But the kids are busy with their own lives and don’t have much time for them. The parents are “shuffled” around, like a task to be completed, until the mother falls ill. The only one who shows them any real kindness is their daughter-in-law, Noriko, a widow. No major twists, no drama...