A Woman’s Place (Naruse Mikio, 1962)
maybe his funniest movie, and his most sprawling, blown apart by war, errant love and economics then stitched back together family. whatever it takes to put a cast like this together. and while i’m playing mosts, and take this as one male appraising another, but he is the greatest male director of women. more than Bergman, Almodovar, Fassbinder (just), Mizoguchi or any other filmmaker i can list off. together and alone, nowhere in classical cinema does the hand disappear and they exist as real, full human beings, and the films existing solely for that being and psychology, as much as in his. the woman’s place of the title existing in that being and psychology - a quiet yet infinitely resonant shared space.