To understand Japanese culture, it is necessary to experience it from the inside, having lived in Japan for many years. In The Color of the Sakura, a European widower, far from his own cultural tradition, tries to find out in practice what attracted his wife to an exotic Asian dance. Old Rudy, unfortunately, looks very pathetic in his desire to accept the traditional Japanese attitude, from which many generations of the Japanese themselves have already passed away. A houseplant that suddenly wanted to grow in the field. One can sentimentally assume that Rudy thus replenishes the love for his wife, whom he paid almost no attention during his lifetime. But in the film, he does not rush to dance buto. No, first he will try to bypass the night Japanese metropolis with all its temptations. Buto is the result of banal boredom, to which the memory of his wife gives any meaning.
Probably abandoned by children, many old Europeans are now killing themselves in travel. Without realizing how miserable they are.
I do not believe in the sentimental speculation of the director.
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