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Movie Reviews: The Astonishing Work of Tezuka Osamu


Somehow in between drawing enough manga to fill an entire bookshelf — and that’s no figure of speech — Osamu Tezuka also found the time to create animated films. What’s probably most surprising to learn is that they were not adaptations of his manga work; he left that job to other people. On his own, he created animated work that was as eclectic and experimental as the manga he created for his own left-field magazine COM. The man was large; he contained multitudes.

Few people outside of Japan or the film-festival circuit have ever seen those films, but Tezuka has become a more familiar name in English over the past decade, and so there’s now a market for a DVD anthology of that work. The Astonishing Work of Tezuka Osamu (last name first in the title, as per Japan’s naming conventions) compiles thirteen of Tezuka’s short animated productions (total time, two and a half hours) along with a half-hour interview with Tezuka itself. Even fans of Tezuka’s work in all its breadth might not recognize most of this as his product if his name wasn’t on it.


Pictures At An Exhibition

The work collected in Astonishing is as wide-ranging as the man who created it. The longest are full-blown mini-epics, like “Pictures at an Exhibition” or “Tales of a Street Corner”, each clocking in at nearly half an hour or more. The shortest film, “Portrait”, clocks in at only a few seconds — longer than many of Stan Brakhage’s blink-and-you’ll-miss-it short films. If what’s on the disc is a good sampling of the kind of work Tezuka wanted to do as an animation director, then he might well have become as significant as Miyazaki in his own way had he been able to create more full features of the same flavor.

“Corner” intertwines a few mini-plotlines that all take place in a small nook of a vaguely European city. A mouse befriends a stuffed animal that’s fallen into a gutter from a high window; posters on the walls of an alley have love affairs and succumb to the ravages of war. It’s a little overlong and more compelling in individual moments than in the whole, but it serves as a showcase for one of the two major design styles featured throughout the various shorts on the disc. Call it the “European look” — an animation style and set of visual metaphors that Tezuka gained exposure to through the animation art popular in Europe (especially Poland and France) at the time.


Jumping

“Jumping” is one of Tezuka’s most widely-described animated shorts: it’s one idea, executed brilliantly. The camera serves as the POV of someone, or something, jumping higher and higher with each successive leap. At first each jump is no more than a few inches. Then we bound over cars, houses, buildings, cities, oceans, through battlefields, up to Heaven and back down to Hell … and there’s more but I wouldn’t dream of spoiling the joke. Half the fun is letting the audience fill in the blanks — is this a frog? a kid skipping rope? The other half is in all the little touches that flash by, like the office building full of hilarious caricatures. (Use the frame-step function on your DVD player; there are more Easter eggs in this movie than you’ll find in a whole briar patch.)

“Exhibition” is Tezuka’s take on what could have been a completely predictable project: setting Mussorgsky’s now-hoary music (as arranged by Isao Tomita) to animation. A lesser director would have maybe taken the paintings in question and created little manqués out of them. Tezuka uses each movement as a way to skewer the “heroes” of the age — the TV celebrity, the prize fighter, the soldier, the industrialist — and then uses the final movement as a way to hint at what’s really lying under the rubble of all that non-culture. You might object to the rather jaundiced politics on display (Tezuka’s view of journalists is dour — shilling for sour), but you can’t call it lacking in vision.


Muramasa

Many of the other pieces are similarly political, something Tezuka was never shy about putting into his work. “Legend of the Forest” uses Tchaikovsky’s Fourth Symphony as a framework on which to hang a production that’s part history of animation techniques, part Disney homage and part environmentalist warning. “Push” shows a future Earth where the only things left are dispensing machines, symbols of how mankind unthinkingly trashed his world by milking it for resources. Some are just plain funny, as when Tezuka caricatures the way human memory functions by stripping a man’s memory of a woman down to nothing but her bust and lips — or when he uses the way the film itself can malfunction as a wellspring for one sight gag after another.

Then comes the interview portion of the disc, filmed in the late Eighties. Tezuka always had a habit of speaking through his work or prefacing it with his own words, but seeing and hearing him speak completely for himself is revelatory. He comes off as a man of stubborn but not unreasonable pride: his work was his work, front to back. He was also determined to make something even when there was no money to be found and little way to get the work circulated other than by going outside the country and entering the resulting products in international festivals. That might explain one of his more bitter comments — “I do not care about Japan” — but the context is crucial. He was not interested in simply trying to impress his countrymen. His ambition was nothing less than to show the world at large what Japan was capable of as a cultural player among other nations: to make Japan’s popular arts that much less insular and self-referential, to make Japan that much more a citizen of the world through such things.


Broken Down Film; Memory 

Akira Kurosawa had similar feelings, if I recall correctly.* He, too, wanted Japan to be more of a participant in international culture — a mover, a shaker, a trend-setter, and not simply a passive recipient or target of influence. That might explain why Tezuka’s animated shorts only rarely referenced Japanese culture. “Muramasa” is the most explicit such reference — a beautifully-rendered story, mostly in stills, about the legendary sword that cast a murderous spell over its wielders. Most of the rest branch out from the Disney mold (although more like the Disney of Fantasia rather than, say, The Rescuers) or are of the pan-European flavor described before. No matter what the look and feel, though, Tezuka kept two overriding missions in sight: convey big messages to the audience, unabashedly; and remain independent in both production and outlook.

Today Japanese popular culture is a big export, but probably not in the way Tezuka had in mind. The most visible and influential exports are not singular visions or independent projects (cf.: Sita Sings the Blues), but corporate-backed products: Bleach, Naruto, Death Note, the whole familiar roster of anime product found jammed into the shelves at Best Buy and making the rounds of NetFlix queues and Hulu playlists. As fine as some of it is, everyone knows about it, and that’s the problem: it becomes too easy to pick that instead of digging a little deeper and being rewarded all the more for it. Even on the “commercial” side of things, there are too many genuinely great shows that end up going a-begging for a domestic audience: Emma, Moribito, Kaze no Yojimbo. Those might have appealed to Tezuka, but my guess is he would have been enamored more of do-it-yourself mavericks like Naoyuki Tsuji or Maya Maxx (or Lee Sung Gang in Korea).


Legend of the Forest 

One could create a fairly hefty box set for all the animated work Tezuka did, either singly or under the umbrella of Mushi Productions. A number of his animated feature-length films have appeared at festivals or the odd cable TV screening over the years. Two summers ago at Otakon I watched the hypnotic and spellbinding Kanashimi no Belladonna, which won over a hostile midnight audience despite not even having subtitles. And then there are all the third-party animated adaptations of his work, which even at their most pedestrian and indifferent had a hard time not containing some hint of his genius.

[* I might well be dead wrong about this. Now that I think about it, I have read more than a few statements by Kurosawa to the effect that he wanted his films first and foremost to be appreciated by Japan and by Japanese audiences. To wit: “I hear a lot about foreigners being able to understand my movies, but I certainly never thought of them when I was making the films. Perhaps because I am making them for today’s young Japanese, I find a Western-looking format most practical, but I really only make my pictures for young Japanese in their twenties.”[*] That said, I was also reminded of his own words about Rashomon when it received strong critical praise overseas (and said praise was dismissed domestically as a fluke): "We Japanese think too little of our own things ... Why don't we stand up for our films? What are we so afraid of?" So perhaps while Kurosawa's primary aim was not to make Japanese cinema a world player, it was something he would have gladly accepted as a by-product of making great cinema, period.]


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