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Boring but beautiful. So Tokyo Story (dir. Yasujiro Ozu, 1953) is one of those movies you’re always told you should watch, a movie lavished with the loftiest praise possible an artwork could hope for. I’d tried a few times over the past 5 years, but each attempt led to me falling asleep in the first half an hour. Naturally, rather than look at myself, I blamed the film. ‘It’s boring. People only say they love that film to sound smart. No one can actually love it.’ Anyway, because I hate to feel like I’m missing out on something, I made the sensible decision to try watching it in the afternoon, to make sure I wouldn’t succumb to another mid-movie nap. It worked. And finally, it clicked. It really is a incredible movie, and that’s BECAUSE it is slow. It slows down life so we can observe it’s patterns more closely. It is a tragic, elegiac tribute to humanity. Even writing this post now, I can feel myself welling up at the thought of my own familial relationships, how I often let my day to day distract me from what really matters. And it had this impact on me with nothing but silence, stationary shots, and a simple storyline. Give it another shot if you keep falling asleep mid way through. Like so many others before me, I promise it’s worth it.