film review: perfect days


perfect days is not about perfect days. there's not much talking in the film. the mc "harayama" appears to be the zen like dude, who lives a very simple and solitude life. each day, he wakes up and does the same morning routine. goes to work for the day. then returns in the evening. reads a books. then sleeps. the're a few details i loved. like how each time harayama leaves the house before work, he doesn't bring his wrist watch - perhaps, he doesn't want to notice the time past. which at first, the film shows how life can slow down during an era where verything is fast pace and instant. you see harayama disconnect, using more analouge means of enjoying his time. instead of reading and doomscrolling extra stuff on the internet, he reads books and instad of listening to a spotify, streaming services, he collects cassettes. you'd think, by disconnecting your self to things that are instant, life problems would kinda, just go away. but, it doesn't. no matter how structued your life is, how perfect you try make each day, in thend, you live in a world, with other people. and to quote harayama "people have different worlds" eventually, worlds collide and so do people's emotions. you kind of see harayma world be exposed to many emotions: jealousy when he saw that bartender owner, talk to ex-hsband THEN when you find out the ex-husband has cancer, what turns from dispair, turns acceptance. at the end of the film, there's a close up, of harayama driving and starts to tear up - it's like evry single weight of emtoions hits him all at once.