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Warm Water Under A Red Bridge Actors: Kôji Yakusho, Misa Shimizu Director: Shohei Imamura Number of Items: 1 Picture Format: Anamorphic Widescreen Format: Color, Widescreen Audience Rating: NR (Not Rated) Running Time: 119 minutes Studio: Home Vision Entertainment Aspect Ratio: 1.85:1 Region Code: 1 Product Group: DVD Release Date: 2003-06-24 Buy from Amazon |
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From Amazon.com This strange fable of a movie, like other movies by Japanese director Shohei Imamura (The Eel, Dr. Akagi), is both enchanting and perplexing. After being laid off, a salesman (Koji Yakusho) travels to a small town to seek out a treasure hidden by an elderly friend of his. Instead, he finds a young woman who has a peculiar condition: she releases gushes of water when she has orgasms. Meanwhile, her grandmother waits for the man who left her years ago to return; an African marathon runner passes their house every day; and three fishermen cast their lines into the nearby river, for the water the young woman vents attracts an abundance of fish. The baffling significance of the movie's more fantastic elements doesn't keep Warm Water Under a Red Bridge from also being charming, strangely sincere, and surreally comic. --Bret Fetzer From Description From legendary filmmaker Shohei Imamura comes this comic fable for adults. A frustrated unemployed architect learns of a treasure hidden inside an old house near a red bridge in a remote fishing village. Upon arriving he encounters a beautiful young woman with an unusual condition who lives with her grandmother in the old house. The relationship that builds between them becomes both vital and volatile. In Japanese with English subtitles |
 "Good, Really Good !"Not everyday you come across something which makes you think and take notice. Warm water is one such movie which will definitely surprise you. Its comic, funny and a bit unsettling when you watch it for the first time. Its a simple story of a guy who is laid off and searching for a job, circumstances land him to a house far away from Tokyo to a house in search of treasure. There he meets this girl who gushes like a fountain when she has an orgasm and hence the title Warm water. Definitely engrossing and entertaining. This is a film by Shoei Imamura starring Koji Yakusho and Misa Shimizu.  "WATER SPORTS?"WARM WATER UNDER A RED BRIDGE (Home Vision Entertainment) is a comic fable about an unemployed architect who seeks treasure in a house near a red bridge. In the house, he encounters a woman with a most peculiar condition: she releases torrents of water when she has an orgasm. And much depends on this wellspring. The relationship becomes essential and explosive. Shobei Imamura's mature tale is seductive and confounding. In Japanese with English subtitles.  "An uneven movie with an interesting story"Not having any luck finding a job in Tokyo, an unemployed salesman named Yosuke promises an old, dying friend that he will claim a hidden treasure for him; a golden statue of Buddha. Yosuke travels to a small, seaside town and finds a house where the statue is supposedly hidden. Before he can step inside, he spies a young woman hurrying from the house located beside a red bridge and for some reason, follows her to the market. There, he watches her shoplift some cheese while she stands in a puddle of water. When the two eventually meet, he learns of her secret affliction: that she fills with water. The only way to release the water is through sexual release. Soon, Yosuke abandons his treasure hunt, finds a job as a fisherman and sees more and more of the young woman. I admit that I thought this an intriging story. A woman who fills with water and can only release it through sex. A great idea. But, this movie confused me. I didn't know if I were watching a comedy or a drama. It starts of very heavy, with the state of unemployment, Yosuke's wife who nags and demeans, the death of Yosuke's friend. but when Yosuke and the young woman have sex for the first time and the water bursts out, this funky Japanese music starts playing, giving the impression of a bad 1970s soft-core movie. I started laughing, though a bit self-consciously. What I really disliked about this movie is that the relationship between Yosuke and the young woman is unbelievable. I felt no chemistry between them. Only later -- much later -- did I discover a real connection with her immediate taking to Yosuke, but it felt like a copout. While the story has potential and Koji Yakusho gives a fine performance as Yosuke, I can't help but be a little disappointed with the results. "The most unexpected and glorious comedy in ages."A sublimely skewered shaggy-dog sex comedy from Shohei Imamura that takes up where Edward Yang's sober 'Yi-Yi' left off, and pulls it into a completely unexpected direction. Like Yang's film, Imamura's protagonist, Yosuke Sasano, is a computer programmer in crisis (in this case his business has gone under); he now spends his time being insulted by his horrid, hectoring wife on the phone, and living with river-side tramps. Like Yang's film, Imamura diagnoses the spiritual void at the heart of Far Eastern super-corporate economic success - one very Yang-like shot views Yosuke attending an interview from behind a chillingly impersonal window; the distance between viewer and protagonist makes his desperate grovelling to the Kafkaesque manager all the more pathetic - but his prescription couldn't be more different. Initially, the film seems as methodical and meticulous in composition and tone as we would expect from a severe Oriental master, with complicated, multi-level, multi-frame compositions (the geometry of character groupings imposed on the geometry of place - see the triangle of friends overlooking the corpse in his tent in the opening sequence) staged thoughtfully for a static camera that picks out only the essential elements of each image. This staticness doensn't mean each shot is devoid of internal tension - for instance, the opening tracking long-shot that follows the policemen in the direction of the hut, works against the movement of the river, and is a brilliant, if wrong-footing visual introduction of the film's themes (the disjunction and perversion of the natural in modern life etc.). But even startling comic upsets - such as the collapse of the makeshift roof under which his friends toast the dead man when one of them drunkenly knocks over a beam - doesn't prepare us for the bizarre sidetracks the plot will soon take. The dead man, Taho, was an ex-con who spent decades in his river hut reading the world's classics; Yosuke shared many hours with him when he was supposed to be looking for jobs, with Taro encouraging him to ditch his cripplingly submissive conformity and search for true love. Just before he died, he told him that he had left a stolen treasure in the house of a former lover in a far-flung seaside town, which he was welcome to take if he could find it. Broke and unemployed, Yosuke sets off, and follows the lady of the house, Saeko, to a local supermarket, where she breaks water and shoplifts. It emerges she has a 'problem' with welling internal water that can only be vented by kleptomania or lovemaking. Yosuke takes a job with the local fisherman's son, and is on call for whenever Saeko needs him. But when he falls for her, is it for herself or the life-giving water which gushes into the adjacent river, attracting all the fish? Yosuke's journey from the rather glum order of Tokyo to the weird logic of the seaside town is like the move from the Victorian age to Wonderland in Lewis Carroll's famous book. Yosuke wanders the town, populated by eccentrics whose actions seem more determined by whim and desire than the fixed expectations he's used to, like a bemused Alice, in his case being slowly sucked in by the town's seductive call, and suffering some very odd dream sequences. Imamura's tone changes completely - the music becomes circus-like playful, the staging of scenes, the clash between rigorous framing and nutty events, increasingly absurd (see the wonderfully coy **lla**o sequence). This mode undercuts what seems to be a very middle-aged male fantasy - the spiritual regenration through sex of a hen-pecked husband. And when you think about it, the town isn't that much of a haven - racist, riven with small-scale organised crime and the legacy of industrial pollution, and full of visual evidence of economic delapidation. But Imamura's eye for the meaningful image of location with which to frame his dense, ambivalent compositions never wavers, and his sensitivity to labyrinthine interiors, natural light or water (the deflection of dissolving light from the river onto buildings is particularly beautiful) or delicious colour-coding (those reds!) is as true as ever.  "How life flows"We must love how life flows and to do that, we drink deeply; we imbibe the water of life, bathe in it, swim in it, flood ourselves with it. Such is the environment of this film, Imamura's 2001 work, a perfect fusion of real and surreal. A young woman who fills with water--not urine, but pure water--which can only be "vented" with sexual release finds a willing partner in an older businessman who's lost his job. The man, an urban dweller (Tokyo) meets the woman, a rural denizen (small seaside town), when he follows his dead friend's instructions on recovering a "buried treasure" the friend hid in a house that's now occupied by the water woman. Water as the essence of life, linked to sexuality, is also the environment of Francois Ozon's miraculously great film Swimming Pool, but here it is given a unique treatment by Imamura who uses, similarly, a young woman as his focus. But here, unlike in Swimming Pool, the male is a major character; here, Imamura gives us both sides of the sexuality coin, male and female, and gives us, because of that, a more flowing film that fills the viewer with the essence of living for the moment. By concentrating on the female, and leaving the male aside, Ozon took an approach that was more penetrating, analytical, psychological. Imamura's way is a more emotive one. Though radically different from Imamura's prior film, The Eel, it nevertheless shares the same involvement of those whose lives are shaped by day to day necessities, those who live by working every day to survive. The male's transition from corporate sales in Tokyo to fisherman in a small town gives us what Imamura wants us to experience; maybe Oingo Boingo's great song "Wild Sex in the Working Class" comes to mind. Would the male have had the chance to engage in such amazing carnal pleasure if he'd been able to stay at his job and with his nagging wife in Tokyo? One thinks not. An interesting companion piece to the director's 1966 film, The Pornographers, Warm Water Under a Red Bridge is a radically different film that, rather than taking the perspective of those who observe and objectify sex (porn filmmakers), instead lets us feel what pleasure is directly through these two disparate characters, the young woman and the older man. While The Pornographers' tone is wry, detached, satirical, that of Warm Water Under a Red Bridge is amused, delicious, even lip smacking. A fine how dee doo for all us hedonists indeed. Definitely recommended. |
