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Produkcions Commission "Sleeping Man"
Ahn Sung-ki
Christine Hakim
Koji Yakusho
Script: Kohei Oguri, Kyoshi Kenmochi
Directed by: Kohei Oguri
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I said, please talk that way!
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It's like this with everything My son is doing.
He is doing the bare minimum and leaving again.
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HeIIo!
So as you have been here now,
Nobody can say, there wasn't anyone here today.
How are you doing today?
Do you know the gorge close to the forest?
On my way here
I saw somebody going there
With a long stick in his hand.
What do you think?
Wouldn't it be wonderful doing that?
Wouldn't this be a
Wonderful job?
It's true. I have seen it.
A horse fly at this time of the year?
I don't know what it was.
Something flying
And it came out of his nose.
But why did this frighten you so much?
What if, he wouldn't be asleep?
Maybe he is dead.
Probably he had a dream.
A dream?
Do you like butterflies, Ryu?
All creatures that fly,
Are the soul of something.
The insect, coming out of his nose ...
This insect is a soul too.
That soul went out for a walk.
If this happens to you, then you are dreaming.
This is not true!
No?
What is a soul?
Well, what is a soul ...
Nobody knows.
You cannot see it.
They say, inside the stomach
They have a tail for a while.
And also scales. Like fishes do!
Within those ten months
From conception to birth
They pass through the whole history
Millions of years of evolution.
Yes, that is the way.
Isn't this crazy?
The second day, after we passed Mindoro
The ship passed
A small island.
We saw the islanders
And the laundry, hunging out to dry on the beach.
Mister Yamazaki!
Isn't this blissful,
We thought, as the island
Dissapeared in front of our eyes,
Like in slow motion in the cinema.
I still remember it.
The next moment I've got thrown into the water.
War is a terrible thing, let me tell you that.
Hello.
This sounds beautiful.
Yes, it sounds beautiful.
Now I am baking them.
Is it clay?
Yes.
I am getting it in the mountains.
And this?
Takuji gave it to me.
It is coming from afar.
How are you doing?
Where are you from?
Fine, thank you.
And you?
Very good.
Hello.
School is over?
The school theater obviously.
School meeting,
Municipal secondary school of Hitosuji
Sir! Sir!
Forgotten it?
Tami?
Right!
Didn't I grow old?
Both of us.
It is not sports day,
But somebody said: "Ready, steady, go!"
A pistol shot, and we were running.
But behind us somebody shouted
"False start! False start!"
We all slowed down
And went back.
Except Takuji.
And that's the way
I always will remember him.
Yes, that was him.
You know,
The first years, as a teacher,
I had to smile,
Only thinking about children,
Even at home during dinner.
But now it's all over.
It is surprising, how it
Became so shallow.
Have you always been an electrician?
Your father's business?
Don't be stupid.
My father wasn't an electrician.
He used to be a painter for porcelain.
He was very clever with his hands,
That's why he became an electrician after the war.
He hardly was at home.
Now and then he came back
And send me to town,
To buy cables.
Then he burned away the isolation.
Why?
The shops gave it to me,
They believed he would be going to pay.
And then
He sold the cables.
I understand.
That's the way it was, wasn't it?
"I've been hiking
On a dry mountain peak,
When I met a native woman
With her kids in tow.
Suddenly,
I have no idea why,
I was breaking out into tears.
They never stopped again."
Did you write such letters
To your friends?
It is very difficult
To hvae a son, Takuji.
I don't have the slightest clue,
What was bothering you
Or where you have gone lost.
Is it cold in Korea, Where you are coming from?
In winter time sometimes
You feel the cold right in your bones.
And in spring time?
Spring time ...
Have you seen the dolls?
That's only for girls.
Those are beautiful dolls.
I go vist the old man.
Don't say that!
The old man?
An old man,
Still working in a water mill.
Ryu likes him.
In my dream
I was five years old.
All trees belonged to the company.
Sometimes the poor people
Stole one.
A whole family
Took a huge stock of a tree ...
Dreams are a strange thing.
Of course.
That is because,
Life has no meaning.
I lost my kid
In a river.
They'd cut down all trees.
Then there was a flooding.
He would be roughly
The age like Ryu.
Wouldn't it be beautiful,
To be as quiet and peaceful as Wataru?
It is
Only by chance,
That Ryu lives with me now.
But no matter, whatever
Stupid things people are doing,
Spring always will come after winter.
The sleeping man.
The sleeping man?
Yes.
Mister Takuji
Is the sleeping man.
He is eating in his sleep.
He is eating?
Yes.
His mother gives him soup.
With a little pipe.
The trees are wearing no leaves in Winter time,
And still they are not dead.
And this town
Is not dead.
Only sleeping.
It is spring time, you know.
Yes.
Tow cats, both black as a crow
Sat on a roof in a dark night.
On the top of the their tails
A crescent hung like from a thread.
Meow! Good evening!
Meow!
Oh ...
The master of this house
Is sick.
Oh ...
The master of this house
Is sick.
Shut up.
Stop your yelling and shouting.
Kids belong to bed this time!
Which direction now?
Shouldn't we on our way back by now?
Let's go a little further.
Did Omoni tell you about Tia yet?
Who is Tia?
The woman from the tropics.
Oh that one! I like her.
I wonder wether what she said,
Is only true for her island.
What do you mean?
If somebody you like, goes there
You should tell him to come back soon.
Yes of course!
No, I don't mean that.
The island intensifies
Feelings in a weird way.
Maybe some sort of a magic spell.
If somebody falls in love with you there,
You cannot leave any longer,
Even if you yourself
Haven't fallen in love.
This should be considered carefully.
Look.
There are the mountains,
And here is the town.
People are living everywhere Wherever you look.
Isn't this idea blissfully,
Somebody might be watching you,
And you wouldn't know?
Suika?
In moonlit nights
The cuttlefish climb the beach
And look for water melons.
Really?- No.
I hate cuttlefish.
I love water melons.
Damned!
And I thought you like them.
That's why my room was so damp.
The board was rotting away, the sun came shining in.
I still can't believe this.
The tree had been cut down,
When I went to second grade.
That is over 30 years ago!
Is it possible for a stump To surive for more than 30 years?
Did it grew from another seed?
Look at this.
It is growing right out of the stump.
A new seed may have been dropped next to it.
And how did it come through the floor boards?
I really don't care.
What should we do now?
Cut the floor.
We have to repair it.
We need the room.
My father cut this persimmon tree,
To build me a room.
I don't want to cut it.
What? You always hated your father.
Hey, that's not true!
Please don't argue.
Tell me what's going on with our relationship.
Do you love me? Do you still love me?
What's going on?
My father is coming. Quiet!
Where is the doctor?
He just left.
What did he say?
It seems thta his heart is growing weaker.
And you have been
Taking such good care.
He might have to go back into hospital.
If this would make him wake up,
I would bring him in this second.
Mother!
What?
Takuji's soul just left.
Takuji!
We have to call it back.
How?
She is coming back,
If you call his name.
Takuji!
Good!
Make noise. Make a lot of noise
If we make noises, he will come back.
Fetch a ladder. Get up on the roof
That's the way, it will take.
Takuji!
Take a tile away.
Then he can hear us.
So he went ...
Looks like it.
Should we go? - Yes.
Takuji
Sleeps in the mountains again.
Yes.
Somewhere.
"I open the morning papers today
Looking for the weather forecast.
No other article
Is of any interest to me.
Why
Can a weather forecast
With its prognosis of pressure areas
Shake me to the very foundations?
And then ...
Article about the flowers of the season."
"Why is any change
And movement of things only serving,
To make my grief worse?"
What is this?
They found Takujis notebooks.
It's about time.
Yes.
A car takes the saltcollector's
Buckets away
And also takes
All the grief of the world,
While it is dissapearing.
While I seave the tides,
I am looking and see a moon
Here in my bucket!
In mine too a moon
Has crept in.
How lucky I am!
Here is another moon.
A moon on the top,
Two reflections on the bottom.
Noh touches us because it mixes
Dream with reality.
The world of the dead
Talks to the one of the living.
"Matsukaze" is a ghost
In this piece.
Forgotten by the grief
On the saltlake street
All the sadness of this world,
Where our souls are stuck.
Where to I get from here,
If I go straight on?
On the other end of the forest
There is another village.
Thank you.
Omoni!
Tia is not back yet.
Where did she go?
She went to the No-theatre
And hasn't returned.
They are worrying in the club.
What are you doing here?
And you
What are you doing here??
Takuji ...
Is a man
Something big
Or something small?
Good morning, Wataru.
Good morning.
Isn't the water here
Getting warmer lately?
That could be.
Where did you come from?
Tokyo.
I see, you are from Tokyo.
They didn't come here
Lately.
The girls from the tropics.
Right, now that you are mentionning it.
Maybe they went home.
Yes, maybe.
Where did they go to?