Okuribito by Yōjirō Takita

"there is a stone we picked by the riverbed. it tells the story we cannot quite complete nor understand. i recover these tears when i kneel to touch your face. with hands unfolding, the cloth of my song now speaks your name."




i've my record of 'greats' in over 500 films seen in more than a decade...forrest...shawshank...cider house...eighth day... it has been awhile since another piece achieves that rare, quiet & complete stature or greatness on screen, for me.


wife, husband, partner, parent, friend, alone or with a newfound stranger...go watch this. i won't say more... it is good that even words fail me.