Sixty in September: 26/60
Estimates suggest that 90 percent of Japanese films made before 1945 have been lost. I find that said in several places, poking around online for information on Ozu. But what an enormity of loss. I Graduated, But... can be taken as something of a symbol or quiet monument to that loss.
Somehow, enough footage has survived to allow editors to piece it into something resembling a complete narrative. It passes like a short film through comedic gags like Minoru Takada smoking cigarettes through his nose to Kinuyo Tanaka watching a train roar by, as she watches from a bridge -- a scene of breathtaking beauty.
The sense of loss is so great. It was filmed, but...