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Jumpei Niki, a Tokyo based entomologist and educator, is in a poor seaside village collecting specimens of sand insects. As it is late in the day and as he has missed the last bus back to the city, some of the local villagers suggest that he spend the night there, they offering to find him a place to stay.
It just doesn’t get any more absorbing, provocative, existential and beautifully shot than this! Woman in the Dunes is only my first Hiroshi Teshigahara film and it absolutely floored me with the excellent performances, claustrophobic atmosphere, introspective look into the human condition and isolation, visual allegories, memorable dialogue and an unnerving musical score which reminded me of Mica Levi’s work in Under the Skin to some degree. There are many impressive shots of sand slithering downward, having a constant menacing aspect to them. After all, our protagonists are forced to live in this pit because of sand and they end up finding purpose in living on those circumstances. You also get a strong sense of fellowship throughout the film, emphasizing traditional Japanese family and community values. Overall, Woman in the Dunes is a remarkable gem and a must-see for every film enthusiast!
Words haven't been coming for me lately. But I cannot stop thinking of this movie. It felt to me like I had traveled back in time and caught a late night transmission of some forgotten dystopian sf film on TV. I felt like I imagined my father feeling as he must have seeing 2001 for the first time. When he took Polaroids of himself and friends wrote on them, "Observe the stoner in his natural habitat. Note the glazed look on his face and complete disconnection from reality." Alone with an accumulating set of empty soda cans, I felt like something was happening to me. Everything in this film just sung straight to me. Through me.…
Hasty airport catchup: Marveled while rewatching this at its allegorical versatility, or perhaps slipperiness—it feels like it could represent anything and everything, which I suppose detractors might argue means that it represents nothing. Ultimately doesn't matter much, though, as the film's weirdly parched sensuality knocks me for a loop right from the surface. Life is an inexorable invasion of grit, inspiring a sort of existential Stockholm Syndrome; had Teshigahara chosen to call this The Sand, its kinship with Sjoström's The Wind (a contender for my favorite silent feature; Woman in the Dunes might as well be one too) would be more apparent.
You know those times where you have to go to a party, family gathering or any other event that you really don't want to and there's no way to get out of it or escape? Woman in the Dunes is that situation, except this time you're the only one invited and instead of a nice, secure house you're stuck in a small hut surrounded by mountains of sand and limited supplies. It's brilliant.
The story follows Junpei, a school teacher who, from what I can make of it, is on a three day desert adventure to catch unique insects and escape from the irritations of his life. After some wonderful, sprawling shots of desert vistas, Junpei is soon found stuck…
Words to describe Hiroshi Teshigahara's Woman in the Dunes can range from "exotic" to "surreal" or "hypnotic" but they are mere understatements if one is going to describe the experience that is set to come. Though if there was one word that hits me when I think of Woman in the Dunes is not "masterpiece," because such a word isn't going to do justice to the experience that I had when I watch such a brilliant work. The moment when I first watched Woman in the Dunes was an experience that overwhelmed every thought process that was going through my head - but in such a way that I could not pin everything down on the spot what a film…
''Do you shovel to survive, or survive to shovel?''
Hiroshi Teshigahara's 1964 Woman in the Dunes; the centrepiece of a Triptych including 1962's Pitfall and 1966's The Face of Another is quite a work of genius. While it's visual language and unique setting is astonishing, it is allegorically and metaphorically equally as rich and demanding of analysis.
The plot involves Jumpei Niki, a Tokyo based entomologist and school teacher being entrapped by a group of villagers in a poor seaside town. He is cast into a pit of sand which houses a woman, who seems to exist to simply keep the sand from swallowing up her abode. When he discovers that he is in-fact imprisoned as a companion for the…
The 124 minute cut, which frustratingly turns out to be 20-odd minutes short of the version seemingly considered to be the original and truest representation of Teshigahara's remarkable vision. All the more incentive to invest in the Criterion, I suppose! And on the upside, this was a lovely print.
I was slightly distracted by wishing it would turn into a revenge thriller in which he escapes and slaughters the whole village (hopefully that's not just me). I think that showing a forced removal of liberty in a film is difficult ground, particularly when it's heading, as it always clearly seemed to be here, towards a point at which somebody gives up on the desire to regain that liberty. I can't…
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An allegory that grows more and more slippery the harder you try to pin it down. Unimprovable?
A brilliant, horrifying existential nightmare that you can't wake up from.
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took me a week to watch but incredible film. the psychological horror of living isolated from society… i loved the ending and the progression of the narrative was incredible. his slow burn into living with the woman (does he love her? sometimes) and their confined relationship within that unbelievable setting. i mean the setting of a house in a sandpit is insane? but so horrifying… also the ending where it’s like “i’ll get out of here someday but i’ve actually made a life” and the fucking missing persons report and and how he escapes just to look at the see and ALSO the apperation of the child… does his wife die and he continues to live there? it’s unclear. good stuff
This is a difficult one to write about! Compared to some other arty films, it has a clear and straightforward plot, but the mood and style are harder to classify, and the meaning behind it all is also tricky to pin down. It's quiet and mysterious, unsettling and claustrophobic, slow and sensual and vaguely nightmarish....the images of the vast sand dunes trickling and crashing and standing silently in the darkness are unforgettable, I felt like I was covered in the damn stuff. Definitely a unique, captivating film that feels full of hidden meanings....I know I'll be thinking of it next time I'm at the beach.
Woman in the Dunes is a hypnotic piece of cult cinema.
It's psychological horror story, briljant eerie soundtrack, beautiful cinematography and great use of (sandy) textures makes it a fascinating and unforgettable film.
My only problem with this movie is the sometimes very slow pace, something which is evident in most of the Japanese films from that era.
Nothing the less, if you like films from Bergman or Tarkovsky, you'll probably love this.
La arena crea surcos, se mueve y se desliza. La arena te absorbe, te rodea, te sepulta. La arena cubre cada poro de tu piel. A la arena se la teme, se la ama o ambas cosas. La arena arrasa todo lo que encuentra a su paso, todo lo convierte en desierto. La arena fluye libremente y, al mismo tiempo, es cárcel infinita. Por suerte, «nosotros tenemos la arena».
Would have made for an interesting episode of the "Twilight Zone," but this excruciating two-and-a-half hour long allegory about the futility of life is anything but interesting.
Everything about this movie screams "THIS IS ALLEGORY" but every time I felt like I had a handle on it, the movie would reconfigure itself. Is it a Sisyphean tale about existence and perseverance in the face of futility? Is it about an arrogant, scientific urbanite who thinks he can learn all there is to know about something by pinning it on a plaque having his expectations cruelly subverted? Is it a proto-Cronenbergian psychological thriller about the base and primitive drives that guide all human (and insect) action? I don't know the answers to these questions. Did I overthink it? Almost certainly.
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