My Australian Working Holidays visa has been approved. In fact, it’s been a few weeks now. It got approved the next day after I’d taken the chest X-ray check up. But it’s kinda hard to tell yourself that the departure is getting closer, while in fact, after almost five years living in this city, things still feel like they are falling apart.
Am I supposed to have much to say? I took out the notebook I bought for this journey down south, figured I should probably start on some sort of a prelude, but I’ve got nothing. Instead, I felt like an air-doll seen through against the light, hollow to my core.
About the film, I personally think it’s been unfairly underrated. But I reason one must have some sort of contact with Asian culture to appreciate its almost vulnerable narrative, will then be able to see the parallel of obsession and destruction, enlightenment and the struggle. I would like to see the air doll as the metaphor here, bobbling, shallow, and weightless.
Air Doll (空気人形), 2009
directed by Hirokazu Koreeda (是枝裕和)
adapted for the screen from the same title manga series by Yoshiie Gōda (業田 良家)
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