Stay Mum (かくしごと, Kosai Sekine, 2024)

Late into Kosai Sekine’s maternal mystery Stay Mum (かくしごと. Kakushigoto), a doctor describes the behaviour of an old man living with dementia as a “convenient delusion” and later remarks forgetting is a kind of salvation that liberates him from what was apparently a very stressful life of repression and properness. Yet to the heroine there’s something very unfair about someone who has hurt her so deeply being allowed to just forget all about it while she has to go on carrying the legacy of his unkindness along with her own grief and pain.

Ironically enough, she finds herself caught in the middle as a mother and a daughter after taking in a little boy her friend accidentally ran over who appears to have extensive scars and bruising that suggest he has been mistreated by his birth family for some time. The boy also claims to have lost his memory, leading Chisako (Anne Watanabe) to fill in the blanks for him. She gives him a name, Takumi, and tells him that he is her son intending to raise the boy covertly while temporarily staying in her rural hometown to care for her estranged father after he was found wandering around in a state of undress.

Even Takumi realises the irony of Chisako’s father Ko (Eiji Okada) falling further into a state of forgetting just as he is learning to “remember” thanks to the memories Chisako imparts to him in their fictional shared history. The film’s English title is a kind pun playing the fact that everyone involved must “stay mum” in order to maintain this delusion of family life while also hinting Chisako’s desire to reclaim her maternity having lost a child of her own. The Japanese title more literally translates as “that which is hidden” while the novel that it’s based on is titled the more direct “lie” though of course it leaves ambiguous to which lie it is referring. But as the doctor had said, it becomes a “convenient delusion” for everyone which grants them a kind of peace and serenity that allows them to reclaim exactly what they wanted out of life but perhaps could not get in any other way.

But of course, it can’t last and at the same time also delays a final confrontation with the reality that would truly allow them to move forward. Someone later accuses Chisako of brainwashing Takumi, essentially kidnapping him while forcing him to play the role of her son as if she were simply mentally disturbed and desperate to overcome her grief rather than genuinely concerned and morally outraged by the idea of allowing a boy who shows clear signs of abuse to return to a home in which he will continue to be mistreated. But at the same time, she struggles to relate to her father and behaves towards him in ways which to Takumi may seem abusive, shouting at and at one point slapping him after a particularly unkind remark. Her inability to control herself further compounds her sense of failure as both mother and daughter, still carrying an internalised sense of inadequacy because of her father’s toxic parenting while in the midst of forgetting he is perhaps still able to perceive the mistakes he made that cost him a functioning relationship with his daughter.

Ko spends his days crafting statues of the goddess of mercy as if begging for atonement all while unable to recall the face he wished to give her. The irony is that as the doctor said, forgetting allows him to drop his guard and to remember the costs of the way he lived his life. As Chisako counters there are also things which shouldn’t be forgotten no matter how painful they may be to remember, along with those which cannot really be forgiven, though the act of wilful forgetfulness does perhaps provide a salve for the wounds of the past. Though at times overly contrived and strikingly predictable, Sekine’s empathetic contemplation of the emotional truths behind the bonds of parents and their children ends in a violent confrontation with corrupted parenthood but equally in a gesture of mutual salvation which ironically depends entirely on the willingness to speak the truth both emotional and literal. 


Stay Mum screened as part of this year’s Toronto Japanese Film Festival

Original trailer (no subtitles)

Love At Least (生きてるだけで、愛, Kosai Sekine, 2018)

love at least posterFor some, it might be impossible grasp just how exhausting it can be merely being alive. For the heroine of Kosai Sekine’s debut feature Love At Least (生きてるだけで、愛, Ikiteru Dake de, Ai) , adapted from the novel by Yukiko Motoya (Funuke, Show Some Love You Losers!, Vengeance Can Wait), life is a draining cycle of waking and sleeping from which she fears she will never be able to free herself. An encounter with an equally atypical though perhaps more destructive young woman who orders her to leave her ordered existence so that she might step into the newly vacant space unwittingly helps her towards a moment of clarity though not the one it might at first seem.

Yasuko (Shuri) has vague memories of her mother dancing when the power went out but she herself is afraid of the dark. Looking back there’s a lot that makes sense to her about her mother’s behaviour and subsequently her own, but she hasn’t yet found a way to come to terms with her psychology. Yasuko has bipolar and is currently unemployed as she suffers with hypersomnia and hasn’t been able to hold down a job. She’s supported by her live-in boyfriend of three years, Tsunaki (Masaki Suda), who once dreamed of being a writer but now has a soul crushing job at a tabloid magazine writing salacious exposés about celebrities.

Yasuko is currently in the middle of a depressive spell and rarely leaves the house, spending most of the day asleep and exchanging texts with her somewhat unsupportive sister but her life is turned upside-down when she receives a surprise visit from a woman calling herself Ando (Riisa Naka) who drags her off to a nearby cafe and explains that she previously dated Tsunaki three years ago and now she wants him back. Viewing Yasuko as some kind of lesser human, Ando thinks she should see sense and leave Tsunaki to which Yasuko quite reasonably points out she has no income and so the request is quite unreasonable. Ando, however, is nothing if not thorough and it’s not long before she’s bamboozled both the cafe and Yasuko into taking her on as a part-time waitress.

Ando, an extremely unpleasant and manipulative woman, may be as Yasuko points out even “sicker” than she is but somehow she seems to make all around her do her bidding. Oddly enough, working at the cafe might actually be good for Yasuko – the cafe owner and his wife are kind and sympathetic people who seem to want to help and the other waitress was once a hikikomori so they might truly have some idea of what is involved in trying to help those in need. Ando, however, doesn’t quite seem to want her to succeed – she turns up at the cafe on a regular basis to feed Yasuko’s insecurities, pointedly asking her if she’s considered whether the problem might not just be that she’s “useless”, telling her that it’s pointless to try because she’ll inevitably fail, all of which seems quite counterproductive to her nefarious plan.

Then again, kindness and sympathy are not always quite as helpful as they seem. The cafe owner’s wife is nice, to be sure, but is fond of repeating the mantra that depression is caused by loneliness and that therefore making friends with the people at the cafe will make everything better. There might be something in her way of thinking, but it’s also a superficial approach to a more complicated problem and mild refusal to face some of the more serious aspects of Yasuko’s condition. When she’s started to feel as if the cafe is a safe space, told to think of herself as “family”, Yasuko lets down her guard and reveals one subject of her obsessive anxieties which just happens to be the washlet and the possibility of its sudden explosion should the water pressure go haywire. All of a sudden it’s as if the air changes, they look at her like she’s “mad” and the facade of their patronising desire to help is suddenly ripped away. Yasuko’s worst fear has been realised, they “see through” her and she feels as if there’s no hope any more.

Being seen through is perhaps something which Yasuko both fears and craves. Tsunaki, meanwhile, is suffering something similar only in a less extreme way. He also feared being seen through, but unlike Yasuko chose to isolate himself, rarely speaking and maintaining a healthy distance to the world. For this reason he’s been able to put up with his awful tabloid job, even excusing himself when an actress whose affair they’d exposed committed suicide because after all it was “nothing to do with” him despite the fact he was so obviously complicit. Increasingly conflicted, he begins to pull away from Yasuko, unwilling to overburden her with his own worries or perhaps more accurately equally afraid to expose them. Yasuko’s cruel barb that she wished Tsunaki’s “lack of character” would infect her hints at her mild frustration with his passivity, that his refusal to engage and habit of pussyfooting around her illness to avoid creating a scene are also contributing to her ongoing lethargy. The passive aggressive texts from her sister which seemed so unsupportive are perhaps less so as she is the only person willing to go toe to go with her and suddenly Yasuko’s meanness towards her outwardly patient and caring boyfriend reads more like provocation, as if she’s trying to make him respond rather than allow him to continue enabling her inertia.

Being driven apart by their parallel crises eventually brings the pair back together again, closer to an emotional centre and reaching a brief moment of understanding. As Yasuko says, the connection may have been only momentary, but within that infinitesimal space she can perhaps find a life. The dark is not so scary after all. Anchored by an extraordinary performance from Shuri, Love at Least is a beautifully composed examination of the costs of modern living in which fragmentary moments of absolute connection become the only source of salvation in a world of broken dreams and hopeless futures.


Love At Least made its World Premiere at the 2018 Raindance Film Festival.

Original trailer (no subtitles)