This is a story about a Japanese man and an Australian woman who get stranded together in the middle of the dessert. She is outspoken and aggressive, and he is taciturn and unconcerned. They unexpectedly discover each other in the wilderness and across cultural barriers. Their story plays like an endless wind pulling slowly across a crystal chime--gently, like spring rain falling.
And in a flash, it's over.
Why was it a 'Japanese Story?' It could've been an 'Australian Story' or even a 'Love Story.'
What does this story have to do with me?
just some late night ponderings.
(P.S. it's not an errror; if you see the movie, you'll understand! ;) )
more at: http://movie-reviews.colossus.net/movies/j/japanese_story.html
I tell of my day-to-day experiences in a funky Japanese town from my American viewpoint. This blog could also be called 'Bizarro World', 'Notes From Kyushu, a Smaller Island', or 'Teaching English in Japan: Smash Your Ego in 10 Easy Lessons."
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
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