Something compelled me to, even though I was sitting completely by myself. And it was quite a moving experience to see these characters from 60 years ago respond to me in my own living room Now that I've seen the movie, I'll probably never have the same experience again, but for a brief moment I believed that it was all very real.
shareI wife and I both clapped! :)
shareEven though I too was alone in my living room and was very conscious that it was a somewhat cheesy way to connect to the theatre audience, I just had to clap for a few seconds. You just have to!
shareIt was a Peter Pan moment. Of course I clapped! James Matthew Barrie is my favorite author, after Charlotte Bronte. :)
shareMe, too -- and I bet it was a great moment in the Japanese theaters when the film first came out.
shareMe too; I was alone, but clapped. Probably I will watch this movie again, and with my father.
shareI clapped too - I was moved to do so and was somewhat fitting. You just wanted them not to feel so frustrated with their circumstances but to rise above it and regain their hopes in a better future.
Dorothy to the Scarecrow: What would you do with a brain if you had one?
Yep, I clapped as well. Thankfully nobody was around to witness me in all my corniness.
shareI sure didn't. The entire amphitheatre scene was executed very heavy-handedly and ruined the movie for me. It was Kurosawa imitating western film makers, rather than innovating.
Donald Richie expressed my feelings for this moment (which he called a "riot of kitsch") perfectly in his book The Films Of Akira Kurosawa.
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Oh you mad cuz I'm stylin on you
Nor did I.
This film was *excruciating*, and at the end of it, I turned to my wife and said, "Well, I think I'll go kill myself now."
I was hoping for some deep reveal, say, that both were ghosts of people killed in the firebombing of Tokyo, reliving their fragile hope of happiness, but doomed to never consummate their love. But no.
This was two hours I'll never get back.
I don't know if I'd go so far as to say the film was excruciating or a waste of time, but it is certainly one of Kurosawa's weakest films, and I definitely didn't feel the need or desire to respond to Masako's command. Interesting experiment, but to me, it failed. Apparently, Japanese audiences in 1947 didn't respond to it either.
shareNor did I.
This film was *excruciating*, and at the end of it, I turned to my wife and said, "Well, I think I'll go kill myself now."
I was hoping for some deep reveal, say, that both were ghosts of people killed in the firebombing of Tokyo, reliving their fragile hope of happiness, but doomed to never consummate their love. But no.
This was two hours I'll never get back.
I clapped watching it alone, I felt I had to get a taste of what theater audiences did in 1947, but I knew I was being given a command rather than a stirring, convincing, emotional plea.
shareI felt like clapping but I didn't want to look corny. I was watching it with someone. but to me the movie was magic. very moving.
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