I was supposed to watch two movies the other day –
Proof, and a Korean movie with the Japanese title,
Watashi no Atama no Naka no Keshigomu (The Eraser Inside My Head). I know, my English translation of the title seems funny but in Japanese, it isn’t laughable at all. I felt obliged to go because the movie ticket which would have cost me
¥1,300 was given by a labmate, who got it as a present from our sensei’s secretary. Had my labmate offered to sell the ticket, I guess I’d still be interested because ¥1,300 for two movies was a great deal. A movie normally costs ¥1,500! Well, I think the ticket was cheap because the theater, situated in the historic area of
Gion, was fairly old and was not readily accessible from Kyoto’s major shopping malls and night spots.
Proof was supposed to start at 16:50, Eraser at 18:45. I leave my room at four, expecting to catch a bus right away. But no, the bus passing through Gion comes once every hour and the next one comes at four thirty, thereby making it mathematically impossible for me to get to the theater on time. I consider taking a cab but later decide against it. A cab would cost more than a thousand yen, the expense cancelling out the idea of enjoying two movies for free. With head low, stooped shoulders, and hands in my pocket, I walk back to my room, kicking the imaginary stones that imaginarily block my way. I deliberate on whether to postpone my theater day altogether or go for just the Korean movie. I decide on the latter since I’ve had my mind set all morning. Three hours later, as I leave the theater with a runny nose and bloodshot eyes, I will look back and compliment myself for making this decision.
An irresistibly cute, sprightly, big boss’ daughter who can bawl on cue. A grave, seemingly nonchalant construction hottie, claiming to be unable to cry, having shed all his tears when his mother abandoned him at a tender age. Make them meet fortuitously at a Family Mart. Let it turn out that the guy is actually working at the girl’s father’s company. Create a major conflict by making the girl’s father look down on the guy for being a mere construction worker and for not having a decent family. And when they eventually go against the odds, fight for their love and get married, mercilessly strike her with Alzheimer’s! And what have you got? A perfect plot for one of the most effective tearjerkers in filmmaking history!
Forty-five minutes into the two-hour movie, the tears started coming. People were uneasily shifting in their seats, some started blowing their noses, the ojiisan behind me who had been snorting at every ludicrous scene was now breathing heavily through his mouth. I knew we were all thinking of the same thing – how to sneakily dry our wet cheeks. As for me, I decided to blink rapidly to stop the tears from coming and was about to close my eyes and just listen to the dialogue when I realized that it was in Korean and I wouldn’t be able to understand a thing unless I kept reading the Japanese subtitles so I thought better of it, took out my handkerchief and shamelessly dried my tears.
You’d think that was the end of it. No, distressing scenes and dialogue would pop every five minutes for the remaining seventy-five minutes of the movie. There was even a commotion at the back, which unintentionally yet suitably heightened the tension, when in the middle of a heart-rending scene, a doubled up youngster came running towards the exit. Perhaps, he had to go to the lavatory or maybe he had an important phone call but I did like to think that he wasn’t able to contain all the drama onscreen.
We all came out exhausted. At the bus stop, there was still talk about the movie. A group of schoolgirls were laughing at one another’s puffy cheeks. A youngish couple held each other tightly, as if an imaginary meddler were trying to draw them apart. Such was the effect of the movie. As for me, who had nobody to cling to and no one to talk to, I let the bus go and waited for the next one, all of a sudden feeling self-conscious of my runny nose and bloodshot eyes.