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monday, october 21, 2003 /// install
Anyway, in the movie, which is based on a famous Japanese book by the same name, Ueto Aya plays a schoolgirl who wants to change the world (again, a very unusual trait for a Japanese person, Ono Yoko excepting!) In particular, she wants to help the children of the world! I don't know how she does it but she manages to address the United Nations, or at least a sized-down mock version in a Yokohama studio. That's where I enter the picture.
The night before addressing the UN, Aya has a nightmare in which she is dissed and abused by the international delegates. They very undiplomatically trash her report which calls for the ending of world poverty, eliminating AIDS, improving potable water supply, and so on. For example,
the American delegate, Mason Dick (who looked remarkably like Donald Rumsfeld, with the hard-right attitude to match) stood up and gave a bit of the old stern finger to the hapless cute schoolgirl. "This report doesn't make any sense," he snarls. "When are you going to do something with your life!"
It is a little bit absurd, even if it is meant to be a dream sequence -- but absurdity is the nature of Japanese entertainment. Anyway, this is what happens -- poor Aya gets grilled and cursed in the United Nations, dissed in many languages! It starts with Rumsfeld, then this African guy in traditional dress gets up and cusses her in a guttural African tongue. Aya looks startled. Suddenly, from behind, a Brazilian guy in a bad suit gets up and grills her in Portuguese. Before too long, everyone is at it -- rabble rousing at its finest! Finally, Aya has had enough, and slams her hands on the podium. "Jodan janai!" she exclaims -- "it is no joke!" In bad English she continues: "Because of you adult, there is problem in the world." Or something to that effect.
The funniest thing about the whole shoot was the ridiculous nameplates used to identify the UN delegates. The US delegate, as I stated before, was named "Mason Dick". The Danish delegate was "Petersen something-or-another" -- but as any Scandinavian will tell you, Petersen (or any name ending with "son" or "sen") is a last name -- it literally means "son of Peter". The Cambodian delegate didn't have a Khmer name as you would expect, but a Slavic/Yugoslav style name -- Rhadoslav Petric or something like that. There was a blonde white-than-white Russian woman sitting at the Indian table, a black African in traditional African dress sitting at the Finland table, and even me at the Iraqi table.
The absurd thing is, Japanese audiences are so insular, they probably won't even think there is something wrong when they see an Anglo-Saxon like me playing an Iraqi, or a black African representing Finland. I mean, all foreigners are the same, aren't they?
Sorry for the cynicism -- in truth I love Japan! But every country has a dark side -- insularity is the dark side of Japan!
Still, I think it is cool I got to meet and act in a movie with a famous Japanese actress -- it is another side of Japan that I have seen, and it is a side that few Japanese would be able to experience. At the very least, I got her autograph.
When it comes to learning languages, I am afraid I have been disheartened lately in my attempts at learning Japanese. Despite being here in Tokyo for nearly 3 years (the anniversary will be on November 11), I still find myself inept in the language. For a while I had virtually given up -- which was sad, given my high hopes at becoming a master of Japanese (and other languages beyond that!) I guess I was just being too hard on myself. This week, out of nowhere, I discovered my comprehension and speaking skills had suddenly advanced, as if I had taken a great leap forward. I have heard that this pattern of long periods of plateauing, followed by rapid bursts of progress, is a familiar one to students of foreign languages.
But whatever -- English is enough to get you by in most parts of the world, but I would love to speak a language like Japanese if only to watch Japanese movies and TV shows, and understand them. It would be cool! I took a step forward in this direction this week.
For the first time ever, and only because I was bored, I was able to watch an entire Japanese movie from beginning to end -- 90 minutes worth, with no English translation. And although I missed a lot of it, I still understood enough to keep me interested. It was like peering through a small window into a hidden and mysterious world -- for a brief time at least, the walls of culture were broken!
It happened on
Channel Neco, one of the cable stations in Japan. This is what I understood, and it will give you an insight of the typical made-for-TV Japanese movie of the early 21st century:
A salaryman (office worker) is having a shitty day at work, and is even more pissed off to find it is raining when he comes out of his local train station on his way home. (Such a portrait of modern Japan: the railway station is the heart of modern Japanese life, and everybody here could emphasise with the predicament of being caught in the rain without an umbrella.) This was how it happened: the salaryman burst out of the train station on a dark and rainy night, and he didn't bear an umbrella. Luckily there was a guardian angel hovering in the wings -- make that read an evil kimono witch! She hurried across to him, an Asiatic Good Samatarian clad in traditional geta shoes. She offered him a berth under her umbrella. He took the bait. One step at a time, his world collapsed.
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But I won't rant -- actually I like the fact that I am forced to abstain from marijuana, ecstasy and the like, for vast stretches of the year. As John Lennon once said, "Nothing beats being straight" -- and I think it is too easy in the west to lose your mind to drugs. In recent times I have become fascinated by the Japanese obsession with healthy living, and began drinking green tea, which can be found all over the place here. When I began drinking green tea, I did it for the health benefits, and as a substitute for drinking beer. I wasn't expecting to find that, like a cosmic joke, green tea was an intoxicant in itself. In short, GREEN TEA GETS YOU HIGH!
After three years in Japan my life here has begun to reach a "critical mass", and action is exploding all around me. But still I want more. If Japan is to be my "North East Asian basecamp #1", then Thailand will be the epicenter of my South East Asian life. Don't know when I am going to take the step of actually relocating there. But I have been thinking about it -- it's going to happen soon!
I arrived at the house about half-an-hour late, and felt guilty
when I realised the whole family has delayed dinner so they could
eat with me. There are three generations around the table including
the grandmother with gummy mouth, shocking blue hair -- but a winning sense of humour! On TV they were watching a
program about these young people going around the fish markets
cutting up squids so they could eat the eyeballs, which the
grandmother found hillarious. (This last sentence is actually not
true -- we didn't watch the squid eyeball program until the following morning,
but I am just changing a few things to make the story flow better. Call it an artistic licence!)
Getting to the point: dinner progressed smoothly, although I can
never eat heartily when I am on a date -- and I kind of assumed it
was a date of sorts, it felt like a wierd kind of date. We ate tempura, the Portuguese/Japanese battered fish and vegetable combo which I normally like -- but as I said, I was kinda nervous. 緊張した! After a
bit of the usual chit and chat (I thought I performed well, got some laughs and impressed everyone with my poor Japanese!) all the adults announced they were
going to bed and disappeared, and it was only me and Akiko left.
I was just wondering what was going to happen next!
I thought this was a little abrupt since it was only the third time
I had seen her, but I said: "Of course I love you! I luuurve you!"
and started holding her hand, which seemed to make a good
impression. For a minute I thought I had wasted my time going to
her house, but now things were starting to look more promising. I
got some kissing action!
But what about the boyfriend? Omniously, he is a foreigner like me -
- an English scoundrel. She kept saying: "I don't know what to
decide? I like you both!"
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