A young couple who drove a broken car to Tokyo on a rainy night to fulfill their dreams of directorship, crowded into the one room apartment of a high school classmate who had become an office worker. It was said that they had only stayed for a day or two, but Tokyo frightened them, there was no parking, the rent was scary, cheap and dirty, the floor was covered with bugs and the bloody corpses of dead cats were lying outside the window. The boyfriend is a fanciful optimist, talking to the street scene while walking; the girlfriend cried under the weight of reality, "I don't know what I want." She cried and said, feeling very lonely.
The boy and girlfriend were desperate and went to the gift shop to apply for a part-time job. The girlfriend was unexpectedly not adopted. The boyfriend's privately produced little movie was finally shown in a pornographic movie theater, and the audience who went to watch it could finally get a can of beer as a souvenir. The response seems to be good. The girlfriend who is in charge of distributing beer was asked if you also participated in the film production. The girlfriend supported me, and felt lost for a moment, "I'm just the director's girlfriend." She whispered.
That night, the insomnia girlfriend overheard the high school girlfriend and the high school girlfriend’s boyfriend complaining to each other. The boyfriend said, "Why don't they live yet? It's not easy for me to visit you once in Tokyo. Four people squeeze into a house." What is sleeping in it! The high school girlfriend said, of course, friends have to help each other, isn't it impossible for them now. But that girlfriend didn't do anything, she wandered around all day, not knowing what she was doing.
The girlfriend got up in the morning with a frustrated expression, but was horrified to find that she was a hollow person. Bamboo grew out of the heart. She ran out to find her boyfriend in a panic, but he couldn't hear her wailing while he was working. On the way home, the girlfriend’s shoes fell off and her feet became bamboo. One foot, then two. She staggered in the street like walking on stilts, and finally collapsed to the ground and turned into one. A chair draped in clothes.
The story is not over, and the life of a chair begins. . . . A man who loves music moved his chair back home on the way from get off work. Every day his girlfriend would form a chair to accompany him to read books, surf the Internet, and listen to him playing guitar. After the man went to work, his girlfriend changed back to himself, helping him with housework and watching his Books, wearing his clothes, basking in the sun, happy and leisurely days. No one is saying that she is superfluous anymore, and there is no pressure to be a human being.
Perhaps this story can be reminiscent of Kafka's Metamorphosis or Haruki Murakami's works, with a taste of urban fables. The script was also written by Michel Gunray, a short film, less than an hour. Most of the shots in the film appear to be followed, and it feels like the protagonist is especially around and dangling, similar to most of us.
Michelle Gunray is known as the genius of the music clip world. In "ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND" (ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND), "Love Sleep" (2007), you can appreciate his unique romantic style full of whimsy. This short film has inherited his usual characteristics, fantasy and weird, and the warmth is hidden. What's interesting is that in the show, the hero and heroine are looking for an apartment and they find the Nakain Capsule Building, a masterpiece built in Ginza in 1972 by the architect Kisho Kurokawa who died last fall.
The capsule building only has a shot of one or two seconds in the film, but it is frequently reused in the film poster as a metaphor for the relationship between the individual and the city. At the beginning of the design of the capsule building, each single unit is a metaphor for the cells that make up the mother's body. As one of the important members of the urban architectural metabolism (metabolism) movement in the 1960s, Kisho Kurokawa was 38 years old. The design of the capsule reflects his proposition on metabolism. In design theory, each single unit can be individually renewed and rebuilt when it decays or is destroyed, and the life of the mother (the entire building) continues in the self-metabolism of each individual cell. However, the truth does not seem to be that simple. As implied in the film, the hero and heroine are looking for cheap and shabby places, this masterpiece has recently been dismantled in its entirety.
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