
The first thing we see in Eiji Uchida’s elliptical crime thriller Night Flower (ナイトフラワー) is a sign reading “Paradise” that’s ironically positioned in the bathroom of a hostess bar staffed by middle-aged women that has the Japanese equivalent as its name. In a moment of dark foreshadowing, the sign tells us exactly where we’re headed while suggesting that the kind of familial utopia the heroine is seeking will always be just out of reach.
This is largely due to circumstances beyond Natsuki’s (Keiko Kitagawa) control. As hard as she tries to provide for her two young children, the fact is that the odds are stacked against her in this rather patriarchal society. The film opens with her boss shouting at her for having fallen asleep on the toilet, but it’s obvious that Natsuki exists in a permanent state of exhaustion. She’s already working multiple jobs and failing to make ends meet after having been abandoned by her husband who ran off after accruing massive debts. Even after moving from Osaka to Tokyo to try and escape them, she’s being hassled by loan sharks and is already at the end of her tether. It’s not surprising then that when she happens to come across a drug dealer who’s been mugged by his client she steals his remaining stash with the intention of selling it on.
The real villain is, of course, the society that fails to come to the aid of women like Natsuki and leaves them with little choice other than to turn to crime. None of her part-time jobs pay enough to live on and when she approaches the town hall, they tell her she can’t claim any more benefits for another month despite being down to her last few coins. The jobs Natuski does are those available to people with few qualifications where the pay is low and disproportionately done by women. There seems to be an implicit assumption still in place that a woman will to some degree have a man to rely on for financial security, though all of the men we see are unreliable from Tamae’s trainer (Ken Mitsuishi) whose gambling problem endangers the gym to Mrs Hoshizuki’s (Reina Tanaka) husband who refuses to take any responsibility for the domestic sphere and treats his wife as a glorified housekeeper.
To that extent, there is a direct line being drawn between wealthy housewife Mrs Hoshizuki, who is effectively a single mother because her husband is functionally absent from the domestic space yet provides financially, and Natsuki that suggests money is not the central issue. Natsuki’s young daughter Koharu is earnest and considerate. She well understands how difficult her mother’s life is and does her best to make it easier. Mrs Hoshizuki’s daughter, meanwhile, falls in with a bad crowd at school and begins using drugs. Her mother is powerless to help her and her father refuses to get involved. When she first hires a detective who discovers Natsuki and Tamae pushing drugs on the streets, Ms Hoshizuki asks if they have families too as if she understood on some level that they’re not necessarily bad people and were reluctant to get them into trouble, but also perhaps wondering how they can do this to someone else’s child if they have children of their own.
Natuski can’t really afford to think about the customers, and when earning more money through drugs continues her other part-time work and lives modestly wanting to provide for her children if something were to go wrong. She even asks her partner, aspiring MMA fighter Tamae, to look after them as if she were already resolved to pay the price if caught. Tamae is in this because she wanted to get out of sex work which she’d been doing to fund her career in the absence of a sponsor. It’s never quite clear if there is a romantic dimension to their relationship, but it’s certainly incredibly close as Tamae becomes an essential part of the family, dying her hair to match Natsuki’s and beginning to speak with an Osaka accent just like they do. For a time, they find the kind of paradise they’re looking for, but also seem to know that it can’t last.
It seems that Tamae was also abandoned by her mother, while the androgynous gang boss Ms Sato gives them a little leeway precisely because she admires the way Natsuki fights for her kids when theirs did not. Most of the other gangsters also report having bad or no relationships with their mothers, which circles round to a rather conservative viewpoint of blaming mothers for everything. But no matter how hard Natsuki and Tamae fight, the fact is they always lose and the odds are forever stacked against them. All they have is the solidarity they’ve found together as a family unit, but it’s not enough to protect them against the harshness of the world they’ve entered. Night flowers bloom when they feel like it, but it seems like this one only blossoms in an impossible paradise.
Night Flower screens as part of this year’s Nippon Connection.
Trailer (English subtitles)
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