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Between the Walls: Insanity as Form

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Editor’s note: excuse the academic flavour of this brief essay originally written for a Japanese Cinema course last year. While I tend to side on not sharing much of my academic work online, I can’t resist bringing some attention to a criminally under-seen silent gem like A Page of Madness

As a medium with intangible, transcendent qualities that express unhindered emotion, cinema has always excelled as a vessel through which to explore insanity. Such an extreme psychological state, in its’ horrible allurement, is best dealt with by cinema which can use mise-en-scène and formal techniques to capture delusional and/or demented perspectives. The tradition of insanity in cinema traces back nearly a hundred years, and some of the most timeless silent films remain fascinating in part for their portrayal of psychotic characters. A Page of Madness (original title: Kurutta Ippêji, Kinugasa Teinosuke, 1926) is one of the most effective treatments of this subject matter, eighty-five years after its’ creation. Kinugasa utilizes a plethora of cinematic techniques in order to capture a subjective experience of madness. A Page of Madness has clear traces of German Expressionism, a movement that was in full swing at the time, as well as the frenetic montage one would find in contemporary Soviet films, like those directed by Sergei Eisenstein, whose works established defining principles of editing. A Page of Madness does not neatly fit into either of these categories, but shared attributes with both styles are undeniable. Commonly, it is likened to the classic German film, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, (1920, Robert Weine). This is an apt comparison, but only if we go so far. A Page of Madness is a wholly unique and enigmatic work of art that achieves its’ power through a combined application of aspects from the aforementioned styles.

There are many ways to represent insanity in film. As far as portraying a subjective experience of a psychotic point of view, the two ways to express this formally are with mise-en-scène and montage. However, within each of these broad formal categories are infinite stylistic strategies. Caligari almost exclusively uses mise-en-scène, while A Page of Madness straddles both. By 1926, many Japanese viewers would have already been familiar with German Expressionism, which had been received successfully in Japanese cinemas (Ritchie, 86). The movement is defined by its’ favouring of emotional truth, rather than realism, established by overtly stylized sets and lighting. In the film’s opening, the most Expressionist sequence, we observe a woman dancing in front of a mysterious spinning cylinder and a surrealistic background. She gracefully moves about in a beautiful cloak in this spacious room. Then the camera tracks back to reveal bars and it fades to a cramped cell in an asylum, revealing the dancer to be a mental patient. As we move from the dancer’s subjective perspective to “reality” we tap into one of the driving undercurrents of the film. In her mind, she appears content and there is something almost precious about her delirious vision whereas the cell is a harsh reality of imprisonment. In other words, we see her in a state of free expression and then in a state of oppression, suggesting an allegorical entry point into the film. Even scarier than the mentally ill is the institution that imprisons them, something you cannot quite put your finger on that makes the “status quo” a larger threat than the riotous chaos of the patients. This definitely draws a direct comparison to Caligari, not only in terms of style but also theme.

In From Caligari to Hitler, it is argued that Caligari expresses anxieties about German authoritarian society (Kracauer, 67). In 1925, the Japanese government introduced the Peace Preservation Law in order to prohibit dissent. A Page of Madness taps into the Japanese collective unconscious, and is a product of this repression. This makes the film’s conclusion especially haunting, when the protagonist, a custodian at the asylum, seems to simply accept his position, continuing to wipe the floor. Thus, the relationship with Caligari is thematic, even more so than stylistic.

Sergei Eisenstein’s theory of montage has little concern for spatial and temporal logic and is invested in generating meaning through the juxtaposition of images and their rhythmic succession. This strategy can be observed in every sequence of A Page of Madness in which rhythm and tone take precedence over traditional continuity. Kinugasa applies this method to create a disturbing tempo and an intensely emotional experience that places the viewer in an empathic relationship with the characters. The succession of super impositions, the rapid cutting, the considerable range of angles, the highly conceived framing and the mobile camera which frequently tracks and pans all place an emphasis that actually establishes a deeper relationship with Soviet montage theory than with German Expressionism, which tinges rather than permeates the film.

In conclusion, A Page of Madness has such a potent effect because of its’ uses of Expressionism and Soviet montage theory, a combination which makes it a more fulfilling artistic work of cinema than the somewhat comparable Caligari. Kinugasa’s film is a testament to film form’s ability to express subjective, psychologically damaged perspectives. The asylum has been a ubiquitous locale in movies, and between the walls we find dark mysteries that compel us and can express our inner anxieties. It remains a popular and engrossing subject as the cinema continues to find new ways to explore it—although, looking back at A Page of Madness, it crosses one’s mind that perhaps Kinugasa found the purest way to approach insanity, in which form and madness are so intertwined that they become difficult to separate.

Sorry, No Food: Earliest Naruse

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Before watching Mikio Naruse’s oldest surviving film, a silent short from 1931 titled Flunky, Work Hard, I had only seen the director’s most celebrated work, When a Woman Ascends the Stairs, which was made nearly thirty years later. I had dialed my expectations back quite a bit in preparation for what was likely to be a slight piece of work, in which the filmmaker was most likely merely figuring out the properties of his medium, and surely far from carving out his auteurist sensibilities. After all, the protagonist of this film is a husband and father, not a woman like with all of Naruse’s following films, so the social and human consciousness of his style may not be developed. Instead, as I discovered, the 28-minute-long Flunky (the abbreviated version available on DVD) was anything but minor.

The opening shots establish a divide of some sort between husband and wife. The protagonist, Okabe, an insurance salesman, is outside, cleaning his shoe, as we see the wife inside doing housework. As we discover the family is impoverished, it is their social inequity and financial struggle that Naruse portrays as the source of the issues explored in the film. The first sign of this is when Okabe’s young boy returns home complaining of being hit by another boy. As it turns out, Okabe’s son is actually to blame. He broke his friend’s toy plane and beat him up. The son having acted out because of his envy of the boy’s possession, something his family can not afford. The mother of the bullied child smugly suggests to Okabe’s wife that they should buy their son a toy every now and then, a demonstration of a social ignorance, a divide between neighbours.

Further evidence of the family’s strife, Okabe hides when the landlord comes to collect the rent. The scene is played out comically, with the landlord entering the home and Okabe accidentally falling out of the closet, but the light, comic notes of Flunky are just padding around the cold reality that permeates the film. The family is depending on a deal Okabe is attempting to close with a mother with five children, which would help enormously as she would buy insurance for each of them. Increasing the pressure, before he sets off to try to make it happen, Okabe knocks over the meal his wife is preparing (it goes without saying how precious even a single meal is to this lower class family), a moment punctuated by a sad close-up of a now emptied pan.

Upon arriving at the household of his potential client, Okabe encounters a rival salesman who is doing his best to close the very same deal. It is likely that this man is also a father and husband struggling to pay the rent and put food on the table. These two working class men who would otherwise have nothing against one another are pitted against each other. They shamelessly argue and exchange shoves in front of the woman, who refuses to deal with either of them and asks them to leave. This doesn’t stop them from vying for her approval. Okabe begins to insincerely play with her children in the yard (still, he is giving them more attention than we’ve seen him give his own son). Eventually both salesman fight again and are asked to leave once more.

After a spat with his son, after he was caught picking on other children again, Okabe visits the mother of the bullied boy, who tells him an unidentified child was hit by a train. Okabe unabashedly uses this as a segue into selling insurance: “you never know when tragedy might strike”. A sad irony as unbeknownst to Okabe, it was his son who was hit by the train. On his way home, using what seems to be almost if not all of the money Okabe has to his name, he buys his son the toy plane, regretful of the earlier fight and still unaware of the incident.

When Okabe finally discovers what happened, Naruse employs a fairly complicated experimental montage that consists of flashback images, fantasy images of Okabe happy with his son, super-imposed train tracks, effect shots (kaleidoscope, inverted black and white, etc.). Following this sequence, Okabe rushes to his son’s hospital bedside with his wife and the doctor tells them the boy’s fate is uncertain. More impressionable touches here: another experimental shot where Naruse super-imposes airplanes over the hospital room, and an insert shot of a fly drowning in the sink.

Flunky has a deceptively happy ending. The son miraculously wakes up and Okabe gives him his gift. It is happy only as the plot requires: the boy has his plane, the father has his son and their relationship is mended, husband and wife sit side by side smiling, overjoyed with their son’s survival. However, the divides and obstructions that Naruse has illustrated still exist, and will continue to oppress the family. One has to wonder, considering Okabe spent his money on his son’s toy, what will he say when, after they’ve celebrated, his wife turns to him and asks: “what’s for dinner tonight?”