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My Rules for Watching Movies and Writing About Them
I touched on this briefly in my first movie-related piece on Note, "Substance: Eggs, Chickens, and The Shining ð³," but here are my rules for watching movies and writing about them on Note:

Choosing a Film: I try to avoid any advance information and decide whether to watch something based solely on the poster or thumbnail image. I find the surprises along the way much more interesting that way.
When Writing:
When writing spoiler-free reviews, I keep them under 140 characters.
Even when writing reviews with spoilers, I don't include a detailed plot summary.
Before talking about the movie, I always write a personal story as an introduction, which will later relate to the film, almost as a self-introduction each time.
Before the Movie: A Story About Me
In the Bathtub

When I was little, I desperately wanted to take a bath with my mom and dad. We moved when I was in junior high, but the bathtub in our old house wasn't very big. So, as a preschooler, I'd ask my parents, "Hey, hey, let's all take a bath together!"
They were a little taken aback at first, but I wasn't usually the type to push if they said no. For some reason, though, I wouldn't budge this time. The tub was small, so either my dad and I would get in together, or my mom and I would. While they were washing their hair and bodies, I was honestly bored. To keep me entertained, one of them (I can't remember who) suggested we write haiku. For some reason, we'd been writing haiku together in the car on the way to my grandparents' house. I have no idea why that game was popular in our family. Just counting out the five, seven, and five syllables and creating a catchy rhythm was surprisingly satisfying, and I really enjoyed it.
Before taking baths with my parents, my dad said to me before bed, "Let's go see the shooting stars," and set an alarm for early in the morning. I'd never seen a shooting star in my life, except in the opening of Disney movies. I was always the last one in the family to wake up. So, while I was excited, I was also a little scared that I wouldn't be able to wake up. I heard the alarm at around 4:00 AM on November 18th and shook my dad awake. I was so happy that I'd managed to wake up. Obeying my mom's instructions from the night before, "If you're really going, make sure you're warm!", I put on my favorite red plaid coat and walked hand-in-hand with my dad to the embankment less than five minutes from our house. It was the middle of the night in my last year of preschool.

Lying on the embankment, I saw more shooting stars than I could count for the first time in my life. Then my dad told me, "See those three stars in a row? The constellation that looks like a butterfly centered on them is called Orion." After that, my dad bought me a book about stars, and I saw star charts in elementary school, but even now, Orion is the only constellation I can recognize at a glance. When I find Orion, I always think, "Winter's coming..." and remember the slightly damp grass against my back on the embankment where I lay with my dad.
In the bathtub, I think my mom said, "Why don't you make the haiku about when we went to see the meteor shower?" Maybe she wanted to hear about it. I thought hard, saying "How about this?" and they'd say, "How about this instead?" We kept thinking even after we got out of the bath, and finally, as we were sleeping side-by-side on the futon in the Japanese-style room, we came up with a collaborative haiku.
Shooting stars fall down
Painting rainbows in the night
Until the break of dawn

Technically, it has two seasonal words, which is called "kigo kasanari" in haiku and is not good according to haiku rules. However, it seems that seasonal words are sometimes overlapped when composing a poem about the changing of the seasons. I just learned that for the first time. I think I learned various haiku in junior high, high school, and university, but this is the only haiku I can recite.
My Daily Dose of Overseas Dramas and the Emmy Awards
As I wrote in my previous movie review, "The Silence of the Lambs: A Body Temperature You Shouldn't Pass Through," my boss told me on the way home from work, "They're showing 'The Silence of the Lambs' in theaters, and if you're wondering whether to see it... it's definitely interesting, so go see it now." I often talked to that boss about dark works, and he usually recommended things to me, saying, "I'm watching this now, so you should watch it..." (laughs).
But when I asked him, "Have you seen 'Adolescence'? What did you think?" he said, "It was good," but then added, "Maybe you shouldn't watch it..." After listening to him, it was advice that only he, who knew me well, could give. He knew that my mental state was greatly affected by dark works, and he said that it was interesting but "I can't easily recommend it."

A few months after that advice, I finished watching "House of Guinness," which I was introduced to by another person at work, in a flash. Netflix's AI recommended "Adolescence" to me.

"House of Guinness" is the story of the founding of the famous Guinness beer company and the children of the second generation. If "Bridgerton" is pastel and classic, "House of Guinness" is dark and rock.

I was happy to hear the characters in my favorite "This Is Us" talking about "Have you seen it?", when I learned about the job of "intimacy coordinator."And the night after I finished watching "House of Guinness," the busy season was starting to wind down, and I thought, "Maybe I can watch it now..." and started watching "Adolescence" and finished it in one sitting. Or rather, I couldn't stop. I was only able to focus on the one-cut technique for a moment. I was so drawn into the content that it didn't matter whether it was one-cut or not. It reminded me of the movie "Boyhood," which was actually filmed with the same cast over a long period of time. Of course, the content and atmosphere are completely different, but the story outweighs the technique. Wouldn't that be a happy thing for the cast and staff?

After watching the Emmy Award-winning "Adolescence," I thought, "What should I watch next...?" and was scrolling through Note, which is my daily routine. I touched on the Emmy Awards a little in my previous article, "Good Will Hunting," but... before the Emmy Awards were announced, someone was predicting which works would win from among the nominated works.
That person mentioned "The Life Ahead" for most of the awards. It was a drama on Disney Plus that I had put on my watchlist because the thumbnail looked interesting, but I hadn't watched it. After watching "Adolescence," I was watching the speech of "Adolescence" at the Emmy Awards, and... What?! Is that more intense than "Adolescence"? I started watching it, and I finished it in one sitting.

"The Life Ahead"

I was so prepared to cry throughout the whole movie after knowing the comical and beginning situation, but I only cried a few times. I ended up crying at the scene where a friend was yelling "I forgive you."
This alone was enough to write an article about... It was such an intense and good work. If this was a movie instead of an overseas drama... it would definitely have been a long article. I will remember those socks every time I eat tacos from now on... and every time my mom wears her pink Uniqlo fleece in the winter, I will remember her.

"I don't want to die with you. I was imagining a future where we would live together and have a dog." This line, which comes out at the very end. "That's right. I often think about whether I can entrust my life to this person," I couldn't help but sympathize while crying.
Your Note article introduced me to a great work. Thank you so much.
Movies I'm Afraid to Watch

There are some movies that I'm afraid to watch. Or rather, movies that I never want to see again. Movies that I watched once, but decided that I would never watch again if I had to feel like that. It's both the kind of horror that's scary in the literal sense, and movies that only bring back sad memories.

"Any Day Now" I liked Alan Cumming from the overseas drama "The Good Wife" and the movie "Spy Kids" and watched it in theaters. I remember walking home in a daze, with the scenery of the way home burned into my mind.

A movie that I regretted choosing based on the thumbnail's sense

"I Am Sam" I heard that Dakota Fanning was in it, and for some reason I watched it before going to work, and I almost had to take the day off. "War of the Worlds"
"Are there any movies that you never want to see again?" I asked the person who introduced me to "House of Guinness" the other day, and I thought about it every now and then. That's when I remembered "La La Land."

Spoiler-Free Review
Mia is an aspiring actress working at a cafe in LA. She's depressed after failing an audition and is taken to a party by her roommates.
As a musical, the dancing and singing are of course wonderful, but all the colors are like a rainbow. Recommended for people who are still chasing their dreams, and people who used to chase their dreams. A movie for adults. (140 characters)
Review with Spoilers
How Well They're Synchronized
I wrote a little about this in my article on the movie "KokuhÅ," but I did rhythmic gymnastics from the age of 3 until I graduated from elementary school. Even though I did rhythmic gymnastics, I was a sloppy child who didn't practice at all except for the one hour of lessons a week. But my eye for it became too good... When I watched rhythmic gymnastics events at the Olympics (the name has recently been changed to Rhythmic Gymnastics in English), I would say "Oh, that's off" or think it, even though I couldn't do it myself.

When I was little, my mom asked me "How about this?" at a rental shop, and I watched "Bring It On," but I found out in the process of searching for images that it had a super luxurious cast. I should watch it again...
In figure skating pairs and ballroom dancing pairs, even if the physiques are different, the key parts of the choreography and the sound are synchronized, and it looks incredibly uncool if they're off. However, the athletes who compete at the world level that I watch on TV never break down even once. I loved watching that synchronized dance.

Even if I squinted from far away, in this famous opening scene, almost everyone is perfectly synchronized. Considering the difference in physique between men and women and the fact that they're on the roof of a car, it was quite high quality. The first time I watched it in the theater, I was excited and nervous, thinking, "Whoa, is it okay to jump like that on top of a car~?" But the second time I watched it, I had theäœè£ to watch it carefully.

I usually wear low heels or black sneakers to work, and I change into heels for important appointments... but tap shoes coming out of a bag is something that happens all the time in LA, I thought in my heart during my second viewing.

The "Naatu" Naatu scene in "RRR" easily surpassed this famous scene from "La La Land." It's worth watching for 3 hours just to see "Naatu Naatu." It was the first time I'd seen a dance that made me wonder if it wasn't CG. Recommended for people who have never seen an Indian movie.
Never Watching It Again
When I finished watching "La La Land" in the theater when it was released, I thought, "I'm never watching this again." But when I actually watched it, I was able to feel that it was a "wonderful movie."
Why did I think I would never watch it again back then...? The people who are reading this Note now probably won't believe it at all, but... I was a person who didn't talk about myself or express myself at all. The kind of relationships I had were "I don't know what you're thinking," "What's wrong with being dependent?" and "I want to marry you." These were all words that I was told by three different people I was dating at the time. Instead of expressing myself, I knew what the other person wanted me to do and say. Because I didn't express myself, there was no way they could know what I was thinking. I would do what they wanted me to do like a mother. It's natural to be dependent and to choose me as a marriage partner.

On the other hand, I was gradually wearing myself down. I was putting so much thought into anticipating your thoughts, but I was told "I don't know what you're thinking." The requests for what they wanted me to say and do escalated, and my response became the norm, and then, even though I wanted to distance myself, I was told "What's wrong with being dependent?" Horror. Although it was a different person, after following a similar path, the word "marriage" came out. It was beyond horror, it was the bottom of a dark abyss.

I understand that now. It's Mia in the auditions in "La La Land." I'm doing my best, but... the opposite result always comes back. I don't know if it was before or after the word "marriage" came out... but I watched "La La Land" with that boyfriend.

From the exciting feeling of a favorite musical, dark clouds gradually gathered... I had completely convinced myself with prior information that it would end comically even if it was a bad ending, and I was so depressed that I couldn't get up from my seat next to him.

He and I were watching completely different people, even though we were the same person. I sincerely think that we were able to walk separate lives and be happy.
When I look back on the present from the future... the present is an irreplaceable moment, like a shooting star or a rainbow. Now that I understand that more painfully than when I first watched "La La Land"... it was a movie that permeated me comfortably. "La La Land" is a bittersweet movie for adults disguised as an upbeat musical.

A Rainbow-Like Past, Future, and Drive
Maybe it's because I took my current job... or maybe it's because I'm in contact with so many knowledgeable people every day... I'm pouring out so much personal information on Note. Thanks to the people around me who have patiently and persistently treated me so that I can express myself, I've come to be able to interact with various people with the real me.

Thanks to several loves in the midst of all that, I was able to watch "La La Land" to the end. If I could have spent the future and the time up until now with that boyfriend... the really sad scenes would continue forever in the pop world of "Midnight in Paris" and Woody Allen, which I should love.

But everyone must have thought about it at least once. What if I had been with that person now...? What if I could have spent time with that person...? When I was a child, there was a song that Ayumi Oneesan and Shoko Oneesan sang on Okaasan to Issho. "The rain stopped. The sun came out." That's how the song starts.
I loved this song. One day... I was in the passenger seat of the car that my mom was driving. I was sitting in a child seat for older children... It was probably around the time when we made the haiku in Watashi no Hanashi.

While the wipers were moving right and left at the slowest speed... a rainbow appeared beyond the raindrops on the glass. Rainbows don't appear very often in the area where I lived at the time. "Hey. Can we drive to the beginning of the rainbow?" I asked my mom. With a surprised look, my mom glanced at me on the left and said, "Let's go," and drove off in a direction different from home when the traffic light turned red.
After driving for what felt like 5 to 10 minutes to my child's body... the rainbow disappeared. Since the rainbow disappeared, it shouldn't be a sad memory... but it was really fun. It's a drive that I still remember every now and then. I understand now. No matter how far I drove, I couldn't reach the foot of the rainbow. Surely the non-existent future of a faint love that I imagine is like a rainbow that I can't reach.

That's right. They are not the people I want to die with. They are the people I imagine having a dog with. When I die, I will remember the scene of making the haiku Shooting stars fall down / Painting rainbows in the night / Until the break of dawn... but who will be next to me...? It was a movie that made me think in the midst of pleasant music.
Bonus
Comments on Patlabor
The last article I wrote was about the theatrical version of Patlabor. Someone commented on that article that one of the people I wanted to be when I was a child was Mr. Goto from Patlabor. I thought, what a cool sensibility that person has.

When I went to read that person's Note article... I found a very wonderful poem-like article. It was an article that intertwined with Ghibli works, which are full of my memories. Both the comment and the article made my heart warm. Thank you for the wonderful comment.
Furthermore, someone who always comments mentioned the NHK morning continuous television drama novel Amachan, which I wrote about really briefly.

I can't... I don't know why, but I start crying just by looking at this image
I'm confident I can sing all the original songs from that drama. And not just Ghostbusters, haha! Just like "Niji no Mukou ni," I've come to love "Itsudemo Yume wo." Before this drama, if you mentioned Hideo Hashi's name, I'd be like "???", but this drama is where I finally connected the name to his face.
By the way, I recorded every episode too! Haha. Thank you so much for always commenting. I look forward to your future comments as well.
Nougat
I'm not usually interested in Hokkaido fairs at department stores, I'd only see them on the evening news... When I was a kid, I'd see housewives lined up at department store fairs and think, "Why are they all lining up for this?" (No offense to the exhibitors... haha). But after things calmed down with COVID, and I wasn't as afraid to go into crowded places without a mask, I started going to fairs at the Hankyu Department Store in Umeda. Though it's limited to a few: Hawaii, Turkey, and England.
I haven't actually been to Turkey, but... I'm really into Mexican food lately, so it's hard to say which I like more. But among the more minor international cuisines in Japan, Turkish food is definitely one of my favorites. As for Hawaii and England, they often bring foods that you can't even find in Japan. So, unless I'm really busy, I make a point to go. I guess the Hokkaido fair is popular because it's not easy to go there either, just like going abroad.

In "The Chronicles of Narnia," the Snow Queen gives Edmund Turkish Delight.
For the past two weeks or so, there was a British fair, and I was planning to go to Osaka and Hyogo from Kyoto, so I stopped by. But the line for the scones I wanted was huge. Not quite as bad as the Expo, but... haha. I was getting really tired of the crowds and was thinking about just going home... and then, lo and behold! They were selling nougat.
I basically grew up alongside the "Harry Potter" movies. Every time I saw or heard "nougat" in the movies or books, I wondered what it was like. And then, suddenly, that longed-for food was right in front of me... Of course, I had to buy it! The line was a little shorter than the one for scones. There were so many kinds: clotted cream, maple nut, double chocolate, rum raisin... I was surprised by how many choices there were. It was sold by weight, so I bought one of each of about five kinds.

The actors are a little older than me, but when the movies were released, we were probably the same age. I grew up alongside them.
When I was really into dancing after I started working, I wasn't eating any sugar at all. When I only did desk work, I would eat a whole box of Poifull candies in one go, but once I started dancing, I stopped wanting it because of research papers saying it was bad for muscles. I was surprised myself at the change. But lately, I've been loosening up. I even bought a Coke just for the Star Wars design can (I hadn't been drinking any sugary drinks at all before).

Even I think that nougat is a bit much, since it's basically just butter and sugar cooked down. I felt guilty, but I took a bite and... it was so delicious! I knew I was in trouble. I tried to eat it sparingly, but it was gone in about a week.
Daily Reading and Crosswalks
As I wrote in my last post about "Patlabor"... lately, my daily 40-minute drive has become my time for audiobooks.
"Kokuhou" (National Treasure), which was over 40 hours long in total, was so interesting that I was listening to it all the time. I realized it was interfering with my life, so I made it a habit to listen to it only while driving. But even "Kokuhou" was over before I knew it.

I was scrolling through my phone, wondering what to listen to next... and there was "Harry Potter"! The story I had just been reminded of while eating nougat... And when I opened it, it turned out to be the entire seven-book series, over 180 hours long! But I felt like the 40 hours of "Kokuhou" went by quickly, so I started listening to the first book, "The Sorcerer's Stone." I'm already almost halfway through the second book, "The Chamber of Secrets," and I'm sure I'll be done with it by the end of the year. And every time nougat comes up, instead of wondering what it is, I'm like, "Yes!!!" Haha.

The casting for the "Harry Potter" TV series has been announced, and overseas media that captured the filming scenes wrote that it was being created quite faithfully to the novel. I was thinking of rereading the novel.
After finishing "Kokuhou," I was a little lost. I had read in an article that the movies and the novel were quite different. But I was surprised at how different they were. I was wide-eyed at the way father Kikuo and his daughter Ayano interacted... and the ending left me even more stunned than the movie. I won't say exactly where it ends, but it's at a scramble crossing. I couldn't help but think of the movie "Brian Epstein" and the Abbey Road crosswalk.

The End
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