OZU. After reading about him in Muriel Barbury's The Elegance of the Hedgehog, I investigated the filmsmith. I'm far from disappointed.

Rather than the "what if" scope of so many films, Ozu enlightens us to the sublimity of human experiences so common that they're almost necessary. I'm talking about a father's disappointment, the security in a mother's guidance, the limits of and fundamental need for a friend's release, the sometimes inevitability and feared banality of a future in the corporate system.

The metaphysical endurance of relationship is realized in his films so that I look at my family and friends, and I realize an ultimate meaningfulness that they bring to life.

There are three types of artists:
those who portray what should be
those who portray what could be

And those who show us the world as it is. This is Ozu.