Thursday, September 20, 2018
As I type this entry, my nose is still blocked and my eyes are sore from what tantamount to 2 hour and change of weeping.
Thanks to Nagasaki: Memories of My Son (N:MMS).
It has been ages since I wept through out a film. The first film that ever made me cry was Story of a Mad Woman, a Taiwanese film that glorified insane sacrifices for love and filial piety. I was eight years old and it was the first time that a tale moved me to tears. Not easy for someone with 'hati kering' like me.
The Japanese are no slackers at crafting tearjerker melodrama and below is my reaction to this insanely evocative and sentimental post WW2 film.
Beware! Spoilers ahead!