12 Angry Men (Sidney Lumet, 1957)

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On DVD at home with Lucía on 16 May 2009, late at night.

An interesting note: I just got a projector last week so that we could have something to watch movies on in our new apartment. As it turns out, by total coincidence, of the first three movies we watched, the first two had a major actor in common, Michel Simon, and the last two had the cinematographer in common, Boris Kaufman.

12 Angry Men is a high-concept film. The film relies on a lot of stereotypes, and using those, seems to make some pretty strong judgements about its ‘everyman’ characters. The film also becomes increasingly contrived as it progresses, and manages to become fairly ridiculous by the end. Despite all this, however, it’s an excellent film.

The premise of the film is great: An entire jury is convinced that they are dealing with an open-and-shut case of a slum kid that murdered his father, except for on juror who feels that the defendant’s lawyer was fairly incompetent and that there were certain gaps in the evidence set forth by the prosecution. While the rest of the jury impatiently tries to persuade him that, no, it really is an open-and-shut case, they manage to work larger and larger holes into the evidence until more and more jurors become convinced that there is a reasonable doubt. This premise holds a huge amount of potential. We can work through each juror’s personal history and biases and motivations, and we can watch the jurors work through the various facts of the trial that were laid out before the film began.

Almost the entire film takes place within the confines of the deliberation room, with a few side conversations in the very spacious lavatory that adjoins it. We are meant to feel the heat and humidity of that room as the characters, in additional to commenting on it, continually mop their foreheads and carry large sweat stains on their shirts, particularly around their armpits. As the characters become tenser, they become sweatier. They become tenser as they begin to doubt the open-and-shut nature of the case, or in some cases as they amplify their personal biases in their desire to convict the defendant seemingly without regard as to what the evidence really is or even whether he really committed the murder.

Most of the performances are very compelling, despite the caricatured nature of many of the characters. Henry Fonda’s character, unfortunately, seems rather pedantic/didactic, and once his character is finished creating the momentum for the film, he becomes pretty boring to watch. Lee J. Cobb, on the other hand, is for the most part riveting.

Lucía: B+
Jun-Dai: B

The cats of Tokyo

Garage-top neko retreats between two buildings, by me

Garage-top Neko Retreats
Between Two Buildings

There were a lot of things in Tokyo that I was unaccustomed to, but the omnipresence of cats and the number of people that would fall asleep in public were the two that caught my eye the most when I was out taking photographs. My DSLR was still fairly new to me at the time, and I had recently signed up for Flickr and was fairly active on it.

At some point someone invited my to add my photo to his group, and so I discovered Flickr groups. Given that I had noticed that a certain number of my photos were of cats or of people napping in the street, I decided to create two groups of my own to organize those photos in a way that was a bit more cohesive than just tagging them. Once I had stopped generally taking photos of cats in Tokyo, I pretty much forgot about the groups.

Just now, however, I happened to log into my Flickr account (something I seldom do these days), and I noticed that my group for photos of cats in Tokyo had reached 52 members. There are some very nice photos there (not as many are street cats as I would like), and I’m glad to have started something. Sadly, no one has joined my group for photos of people napping in Tokyo.

子猫の挨拶, or kittens' greetings, by H2@flickr

子猫の挨拶, or Kittens Greetings
by H2@flickr

http://flickr.com/groups/tokyo-neko/
http://flickr.com/groups/tokyo-nap/

I saw the film The Cat Returns before going to Tokyo, and at the time the director’s imagination seemed quite remarkable. The vision of an entire underground cat society (complete with a cat king and his Secret Service cats) seemed so fantastic. Yet when I started walking around Tokyo, that same vision seemed so obvious. In Tokyo there are so many cats about in the streets—some undoubtedly feral, but most collared, outdoor cats—and they generally mind their own business. You might find one walking one way down a street while paying no heed to the human walking the other way. Or simply sitting on a parked motorcycle, or on a public bench. They also congregated in groups, and if you walked around a corner at night in Setagaya, it would be no unusual thing to see a group of four or five cats hanging about as though in a meeting, only to watch you suspiciously and without moving until you were out of sight.

ray0033, by g raymond (hand developed)

ray0033, by g raymond (hand developed)

Most of the cats seemed to keep within a fairly limited range, and through routine one could get to know them a little bit. There was the cat that would wait outside the Korean restaurant around the corner from my office, and when someone would go in or out of the restaurant, the cat would trot through the door and into the kitchen until eventually shooed out by the owner. Even when the restaurant was closed and shuttered, he would wait. Then there was the little gang that would hang out by one of the dog-leg turns in Shinsen on the way to Shimokitazawa. Mostly they minded their own business, but one night they accosted a passing lady with mews. It was strange—they paid no attention to us, and there was nothing about her that could easily explain the cats’ attraction to her. From a distance, anyhow, she did not smell strongly of fish or anything. She was as bewildered as we were.

I took my camera with me everywhere in Tokyo, and during my nine months back in San Francisco, I took it out less and less. Now, in New York, I’ve probably taken it out with me twice. I need to get back into the habit of taking my camera with me, and perhaps having an interesting theme or two will help with that. Having photographs of my time in Tokyo is really nice, and I’d like to imagine that I’ll have nice photographs of New York to look back to as well someday.

Sadly, I am now the administrator of a Flickr group for which I can no longer be a participant.

Best Friends, by g raymond

Best Friends, by g raymond

서울

It’s not every day that you wake up not knowing what country you’ll be going to bed in that night. In fact, before yesterday that had never happened to me. In any case, it happened when we woke up yesterday faced with the fact that our application for a certificate of eligibility to apply to change the status of our residence (i.e., work visa) had not finished processing, and our 90-day temporary permission to stay (i.e., tourist visa) was about to expire. We made our way to 成田 airport, which is almost 2 hours from 東京 proper, and after some final calls to the immigration office to see if the paperwork had somehow miraculously finished processing, we found ourselves looking for the cheapest tickets out of the country. The best prices we found with a not-quite-exhaustive search of the ticketing booths was about 6万2千円 each for round-trip tickets to 서울 for a flight departing an hour later.

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I’ve never been to a country where I couldn’t speak at least several dozen phrases in a local language (although this is only true if you include English as one of the local languages of Delhi), so it was a bit daunting to arrive in 서울 with nothing but a food-related vocabulary. We went to the bookstore and picked out Lonely Planet as the best of a small number of options to assist us in our 48-hour stay. In it we found a motel that was foreigner-friendly, offered Internet access, and seemed affordable, so I decided to call them. A lady answered and said “yes please sure” to everything I said, including “how do you get there?” and “can I go by train?” Nevertheless I took it that they had vacancy and we opted to take a bus to 안국역.

When we got to 안국, we stood around looking stupid for a while thinking about our next step. We had a listing for the motel, and some possibly useful maps in the back of the Lonely Planet guide, but were a bit overwhelmed at the prospect of connecting those two with our surroundings. While we stood there, a lady approached an asked us in English whether we needed help. I explained that we were looking for this motel. She asked whether we had made reservations there already, and I told her that we had not. She recommended her guesthouse and we said that we were interested, so she led us to a small shop and exchanged some words with the proprietor, who was the landlady of the guesthouse.

The lady that was so nice to help us, as it turned out, lives in Paris with her husband, though they are currently staying in Manila. She was fluent in French, so we ended up communicating in a mix of French and English (her English was better than my or Lucía’s French, but having a backup was helpful when one language failed, and it made it easier for her to sometimes be able to speak fluidly in French after a time of struggling in English).

So here we are now, in an empty guesthouse. The guesthouse is two floors of a five-story building, and the lady was the only other guest. After helping me pay the landlady for both last night and tonight, she left to visit with her family this afternoon. The guesthouse is quite spacious and is located in 인사동 , which for the moment is giving us our only view into what 서울 is like (or for that matter, 대한민국).

New Blog

I wanted to migrate my blog when I first moved to Tokyo, but instead it will be in conjunction with moving into my first Tokyo apartment. My previous blog was managed in Typo, which is build in Ruby on Rails. My hosting service, DreamHost, is a godsend for supporting Rails at all, but it is not an ideal Rails hosting environment by any stretch of the imagination (probably no shared hosting service is). What’s more, Typo’s development seems to have slowed down somewhat, and is now eclipsed in the Rails limelight by Mephisto (which, among other things, is now that blogging engine for the Ruby on Rails Weblog). I toyed with running Mephisto on a server some of my friends run, or getting a more Rails-oriented hosting option (e.g., Hosting Rails), or even getting some kind of dedicated virtual server (e.g., Slicehost). In the end, however, I’m opting for the simplest solution: PHP-based http://typo.kurutta.net.

I haven’t posted a handful of the last films I watched. Not that I’ve had much time to watch films lately, but over my months here I did see Lucía y el sexo, Rope, the first season of Heroes, and the third season of Battlestar Galactica. Incidentally, if you want to view the posts that are not related to film (film-related posts are a large percentage of my postings, since I aim to throw up a quick post for every film I watch), I have a category for posts not related to film: 映画以外 (not film).