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Here is the second installment of my JFF 2024 film review. This next film runs on a darker theme which involves suicide, child abuse and lots of cigarette smoking.

My Broken Mariko is one of the diverse films featured during the recently concluded Japanese Film Festival Online 2024. As a live-action adaptation from the manga of the same title, this psychological drama delves on the story of two best friends and schoolmates Tomoyo Shiino and Mariko Ikagawa. Growing up, Tomoyo was a witness to Mariko's fractured soul. Being neighbors in a low-cost apartment complex, she would hear Mariko's tortured screams on a daily basis. Living with an extremely abusive and violent father took its psychological toll on the fragile Mariko who would often go to school with her face covered in bandages. It is her feeble attempt to hide bruises and blisters from the physical abuse that she routinely suffers. Tomoyo on the other hand is a premature cigarette smoker who learned to smoke in grade school. She tries fo hide her little vice by wearing strong perfume to mask the stubborn cigarette smoke clinging to her school uniform. Cigarette smoke is apparently a veil from where she could hide from the dysfunction that she sees in Mariko’s household. A kind and empathetic soul, Tomoyo has many times tried to save her friend from chronic domestic abuse but has not succeeded.

Many years have passed and the two girls have grown into young adults with Tomoyo turning into an angsty, overworked office worker. After work, they would find time to bond over street food and share hopes, dreams and bucket lists like when they were still giggling schoolgirls. Mariko shares her dream of living with Tomoyo (and a cat!) if neither of them gets married and they turn into wrinkly spinsters.

One day, while deep in work, she hears the news on television that a woman has committed suicide by jumping from the 5th floor of an apartment. The woman turned out to be her friend, Mariko. Too stunned and shocked, Tomoyo abandons her work and runs to the exit, much to the annoyance of her boss whom she nicknames "asshole boss" on her phone contact list. She runs to Mariko's address only to find the apartment already emptied out. She also heard that Mariko's body had been cremated and her ashes are in her parent's house in their old neighborhood complex. Mariko as a young girl had repeatedly tried to take her own life but this time she really succeeded.

Tomoyo rushes home and gets into her bandit get-up to steal Mariko's ashes from her parent's highly dysfunctional household. She hides a kitchen knife in her bag just in case. She figures that by stealing Mariko's ashes, she will be able to liberate her friend from suffering even in the afterlife. After a violent scuffle witn Mariko’s dad, she was able to retrieve her friend’s ashes kept in a white box. She then goes on a train journey to a certain seaside town which is one of Mariko's wishlist of places to visit. Along the way, she stops at a noodle shop, ordering two big bowls of ramen-one for her and one for Mariko who in spirit is accompanying her.

When she was almost near her destination, a motorcycle riding thug snatched her backpack which left her with no food and money. Luckily, some kind stranger (a hobbyist fisherman I presume) took pity on her and gave her money enough for overnight provisions and a train ride back to Tokyo.

While on top of a grassy hillside, Tomoyo goes on an emotional soliloquy expressing everything she wanted to say to Mariko--her grief and her loss of losing a best friend. Screaming into the wind, she questions why Mariko left her alone in the world when they had so many dreams yet unfulfilled. In throes of despair, Tomoyo suddenly lurches towards the edge of the hill to throw herself down into the craggy rocks below. The kind stranger who heard her tear-filled soliloquy saved her just in time before she could follow Mariko into the afterlife. In a distance, a young girl is running away from a man who apparently wanted to assault her. It triggered memories of Mariko's desperation to escape from domestic violence, from a life of relentless cruelty. Almost by impulse, she charges towards the man hitting his head with the box containing Mariko's ashes. The ashes unceremoniously get dispersed into the wind and Mariko's journey towards liberation is suddenly completed. Tomoyo's healing also begins.

Tomoyo is slightly injured and is accompanied by the kind stranger to a hospital clinic. She comes out wearing a crutch. While at the clinic, she also receives a heartwarming letter filled with profuse gratitude from the girl she saved.

Mid day comes and Tomoyo is ready to go home to Tokyo. The kind stranger sends her off at the train stop, giving her a box of delicious bento meal to fill her grawling tummy. He also gives her some comforting, parting words:

She returns to work and promptly hands in a resignation letter to her asshole boss who shredded the letter in front of her. It seems she would have to stay a little bit longer in her soul sucking job before life throws her a better opportunity. The film ends with Tomoyo going back to her ramshackle flat, to the ordinary life post- Mariko. She finds a letter in her mailbox. It’s from the girl she saved in the seaside town. While reading, a slow smile lights up her face. We don’t know what the letter says but her dark room fills with hope.

Of all the three and a half films I watched during the Japanese Film Festival this storyline hits a major nerve because some of the plot is similar to the story of my friend who passed away not to suicide but to a sudden, unexplained illness. Unlike in the movie, she was not a childhood friend but a co-worker in a radio station that I used to work for. We became very good friends eventually, almost like soul sisters. She was an old soul and a kindred spirit and we shared the same interest in cooking and other artistic pursuits. She would disappear for years and re-emerge suddenly. I would be like, “WTH, where have you been the past five years?” Just like Mariko, she was a product of emotional abuse and was made to feel unloved and unaccepted in her early life. Her spirit was also broken into shards. Life treated her so cruelly that her past was sadly more dramatic than the afternoon teleseryes I see on television.The most painful part is that after she resurfaced, she disappeared again and one day a mutual online friend messaged me that she passed away after New Year’s Day and her remains were immediately cremated. Unlike in the film My Broken Mariko, her ashes remained with her relatives somewhere in a far northern town. Her death left me with guilt that I could have saved her just like Tomoyo. I could have done a heist and scatter her ashes in the Strait of Guimaras.

My Broken Mariko is one of those rare movies that allow you to get introspective about life and death- the-could-have beens and the should-have-beens. It offers the realization that life is a continuum and not just beginnings and endings.

I discovered Japanese Film Festival Online 2024 while doomscrolling on Facebook. It’s been awhile since I watched a Japanese film, the last being Makoto Shinkai’s “Weathering with You” which I watched on the big screen. The film festival has a diverse genre of 20 films available for free streaming from June 5 to June 19. Despite attempting to view the complete lineup, I could only muster watching three and a half films given my erratic life schedule- We Made a Beautiful Bouquet; My Broken Mariko; I am what I am and the half-finished samurai comedy film We’re Broke, My Lord! . The latter is cute and hilarious but I was only able to watch half of the film since piled-up, unwashed dishes on the sink were calling my name. When I resumed watching, streaming was already unavailable for the entire movie catalog. What a bummer. Maybe the JFF organizers can make next year’s online film festival a two-month event? There’s no way I can marathon watch 4-5 films in a weekend. I would have loved to watch all the films in the lineup.

I didn’t regret watching the films I randomly selected, starting with the beautifully color graded “We Made a Beautiful Bouquet” starring Masaki Suda (Mugi) and Kasumi Arimura (Kinu). I particularly like the visual tone and texture of this film- the grainy, deep autumnal filter that evokes a cozy feeling of being in a cafe with wooden interiors.

In this film, two university students find themselves in a late night bar after missing the last Keio train to Tokyo. They hit off right away, fall passionately in love and in true whirlwind fashion decide to move in together in a quaint apartment facing the scenic Tama River. The highlight of this movie would have to be the couple adopting a cute kitten one wintry New Year’s night. The English subtitle hovers on the scene where the new kitten (a grey British Shorthair) is fed and named. “Naming a cat is one of the most sacred things you can do,” the subtitle says.

As twenty-two year olds trying to navigate the adulting life, Mugi and Kinu go through a series of challenges and setbacks that rigorously test their idealistic notions of romantic love and youthful dreams. Their relationship eventually runs its course and unravels in a poignant scene where they mutually decide to part ways in a cafe where they used to date as university students. Despite the tears, Kinu expressed her desire to keep the cat after their split.

After a tight farewell embrace and shedding of copious tears under a streetlight, the scene gently fades into black and a sunlit apartment comes into full view. We see that Mugi and Kinu have consciously uncoupled and have decided to peacefully move on with their separate lives yet remaining to be friends. They trade erstwhile jokes while boxing remnants of memories they have shared for the past five years. They appear comfortably settled with their separation that they even tease each other if anyone of them has ever been unfaithful during the time they were together. I found this scene particularly funny because it looks like a relationship exit interview minus the post-breakup wailing.

To settle who gets custody of the cute cat, they play rock, paper and scissors and the feline officially goes to Mugi. Fast forward to a scene where Kinu waits for her new boyfriend at the entrance of a bakery. They walk off into a street while another couple follows. It's Mugi and his new girlfriend. The two couples go their opposite ways with Mugi and Kinu waving to each other with their backs turned. So long, first love. This scene is bittersweet like your first taste of Cafe Americano.

I enjoyed the warm and cozy visuals of this film despite the predictable plot. The blossoming and unraveling of youthful love confirms the reality that we already know. A starter pack love affair always comes with risks and uncertainty. Young couples outgrow each other while searching for self-identity. Youthful dreams and ambitions may become a priority whilst romantic relationships remain in the sidelines. Whichever romantic side of the coin you are on, you will never know if a relationship will work out or not unless you try. Whatever the outcome whether it ends in marriage or separation, make a beautiful bouquet.

Thrive Art Gallery, an Ilonggo art collective presents Kristo: Christ & Culture as a homage and reverence to the lenten season. The exhibition which runs from March 22-April 19, 2024, explores the many iconic facets of Hesu Kristo as depicted by 34 Ilonggo artists who have drawn inspiration from their faith and spirituality. Whether Christ is depicted through a profound, prosaic or profane lens, each artwork or installation is an invitation to reflect on how the central figure of Christianity figures in our daily, ordinary lives. Cutting across political, gender, socio-cultural and spiritual dimensions, the exhibition is an amalgam of artistic expression centered on the passion of Christ. The thematic presence of pain, suffering, redemption and divine love in the collective narrative finds personal expression in the media of choice- oil, acrylic, mixed-media, sculpture or installation. Creating art is in itself an expression of prayer and the 34 Ilonggo artists have invited us to enter a doorway to divine insight, realization or understanding.

Kristo: Christ and Culture is an example of how a religious themed art experience immerses the viewer in a contemplative space. Just like in the creation of religious iconography and artwork, viewing and attempting to gain insight from art is a prayerful experience as well.

Here are some of my favorite artworks from the exhibition:

Despite the title of this piece, I find this Nordic redwork inspired art positively optimistic and inspiring. A red heart at the center of the cross and holy blood that resembles rose petals evoke a certain kind of understanding that Christ's redemption of humanity is likened to a beautiful flower.

This is a piece that had the most visceral effect on me. Of all the artworks in the collection, I spent the most time on this piece wondering if it is inspired by a Rorschach inkblot test or an attempt of the artist to draw an internal anatomical abstraction of disfigured face of Christ as suggested by swollen, blood engorged eyes and blood vessels rendered visible.

This is divine sadness set in stone. The rendition of a lonely, dead Christ in concrete slab and barbed wire crown captures the essence of divine sacrifice.

This is a creative, almost irreverent pop-art inspired juxtaposition of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and Christ on the Cross, both icons connected by the redeeming element of Christ's holy blood.

I can feel the warm, textured grain and sliver of old, recycled wood in this piece. The stunning element in this piece is doorknob that is affixed in the center of the cross. This is a direct invitation to open the doorknob of our hearts to receive the grace of Christ's resurrection.

The spatter of red paint on a predominantly green painted canvas evokes a gritty imagery of Christ's holy blood on the grass. This is a powerful, visceral piece of art that capture's the passion of Christ in a minimalist context.

A beautiful monochrome portrait of Christ on the cross looking through my soul.

Aptly entitled "gugma" or love, this striking, virtual pain inducing installation features a metallic head or heart of Christ dripping with red paint and topped with a crown of thorns. The presence of a spiked spear intensifies the pain this piece is trying to project. No love without pain.

A comforting imagery of a kind and compassionate Christ who is a friend to all.

A tortured Christ crying bullet sized tears. An armalite rifle pendant hangs on a bullet-beaded rosary. A very meaningful, thought provoking artwork, the theme of which runs parallel to the sad, violent, dark world we live in where only God can bring hope.

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