A ramshackle tale based on a historic incident that occurred over a hundred years ago when wives of fishermen (the latter could be away for years at a time) launched protests against rice being exported from their local area while their families faced starvation. (It was the first of many rice riots that started in the rural fishing village of Uozu, Toyama.) The recreation of the bravery and determination of these fearless and determined women is well captured in dialog voiced by the actors, but often not in their faces (more about this in a moment). While child actors deliver especially moving performances, emotions adult actors strive to convey on screen remain there - the director simply fails to draw in the viewer. This is a frequently missed opportunity. Part of the problem - a very large part - is due to terrible scene lighting. It's at night where most of the action takes place, but viewers can barely discern or see at all the facial expressions of the actors! Interior scenes are also poorly lit. It does not help that the direction is highly repetitive and unimaginative: the same characters are shown meeting in the same way with the same setbacks striving in the same way to regroup and demand satisfaction almost in an endless loop! The bad guys (police officers, rice merchants, boat-loading organizers, etc.) are little more than stereotyped cardboard cutouts. Several narrators wander about adding little in the way of explanation. Music is overkill with the scores and performance out of proportion to what is occurring on screen. Although it may seem tempting, a flashlight will not help when trying to see what is going on! Viewed at JICC J-film event. WILLIAM FLANIGAN.
2 Reviews
What? They Married Rice?
aghaemi15 June 2021
When buying mutual funds one is always warned that "past performance is not a guarantee of future results" and the adage could easily be applied to films and the entertainment industry. Having enjoyed the director Motoki Katsuhide's handiwork in 2019's Iwane: Sword Of Serenity and even more so in 2018's Recall - not to mention the whimsical and funny Drugstore Girl - Angry Rice Wives with its premise of a historical look at Japan's Rice Riots of 1918 through the eyes of the women of the time and the place seemed like a promising proposition. The riots began in Toyama in Western Japan and spread to other areas of the country. Female stevedores were integral to the protests against the doubling of the price of rice in a short period of time owing to wartime inflation and greedy speculation. As such, these protests took on an anti-war characteristic, which made the film even more tantalizing.
Unfortunately, Angry Rice Wives was disappointing. While it would be a stretch to call it a bad film, a combination of poor acting, superficial treatment by the script and inconsistencies made for an indifferent watch. Moreover, having seen the star Inoue Mao in The Eternal Zero one would be forgiven for expecting more from her. While she was largely side-lined in that film, there was no indication her acting is as one-dimensional as her skin deep expression and monotonous gaze in this film.
Motoki and Inoue have also worked together before and should know what to expect from one another.
Given the period and the social class the film zooms in on the actresses who are largely transformed and unrecognizable. Their faces are sunburnt, haggard and unhappy, their backs hunched and their lives pitiful and desperate as they seek to stave off hunger and feed their families. Yet, much of it is not as fiery as one would expect and their expressions, endeavours and circumstances simply not believable. Men are off to Hokkaido or Karafuto to fish in the off-season and the women are left behind to toil, take care of the household and survive. Our heroine Ito has a house, three children and a mother to handle while she carries bale after bale from the warehouse to the boats. The first time the women march with anger and indignation no one spares them a glance. For some reason the second time the group marches everyone in town stops, stares and looks flabbergasted. It is inconsistent. Indeed, one or two of the women rushing a boat in a beach scene looked like they are laughing and are bemused instead of angry and determined. The police arriving within twenty seconds does not help with the scene's credibility either. Neither does the obviously fake ship off the coast nor the dejected reporter who wanted to change the world (by reporting on this incident).
These are poor people, but when a woman brings a free fish it falls on the ground and no one picks it up. Then there is obviously enough kelp for a poor woman to hand out for free. These are destitute people, but generally look too plump and healthy and carry their bales with too much conviction to truly be impoverished. The streets and the folks' clothes are too neat and clean. The feminism, which in a special video recording the director notes is important to his film, too is ham-fisted. There is a little girl who declares she hates the police as an older man touches and ogles her. A teen girl declares she is done with letting men control her life and, in order to not depend on men any longer, has decided to shuffle off and work as a geisha! Hey, as long as it is not this reviewer who has to explain to her what the job description of a geisha includes. Never mind that the prerequisite for such a vocation is years of training. It is fine as a feminist credo to improve one's lot in life, but instances like this make the film look cheap.
Indeed, and as mentioned, this film is not bad and it was an amusing watch given the subject matter, inclusive of the collusion of the merchant class with the warmongering government, setting and original idea, but a few questions did come to my mind. Why are the human mules needed in the first place? Even if no beasts of burden are available, could the townspeople, merchants and government not build or procure carts at least? Why the presence of the occasional visible narrator who intermittently talks to the screen or nobody in particular? Perhaps the director wanted to introduce the concept of a Benshi, which was popular in Japan during the riots' period, but then why do it only here and there? Finally, the film's original title is 'The Great Rice Riots.' Somehow someone in translation decided that the script, including several overt monologues (and even a pertinent speech against the system by a man on a soapbox) is insufficient feminism and the film's title became Angry Rice Wives in Canada.
Unfortunately, Angry Rice Wives was disappointing. While it would be a stretch to call it a bad film, a combination of poor acting, superficial treatment by the script and inconsistencies made for an indifferent watch. Moreover, having seen the star Inoue Mao in The Eternal Zero one would be forgiven for expecting more from her. While she was largely side-lined in that film, there was no indication her acting is as one-dimensional as her skin deep expression and monotonous gaze in this film.
Motoki and Inoue have also worked together before and should know what to expect from one another.
Given the period and the social class the film zooms in on the actresses who are largely transformed and unrecognizable. Their faces are sunburnt, haggard and unhappy, their backs hunched and their lives pitiful and desperate as they seek to stave off hunger and feed their families. Yet, much of it is not as fiery as one would expect and their expressions, endeavours and circumstances simply not believable. Men are off to Hokkaido or Karafuto to fish in the off-season and the women are left behind to toil, take care of the household and survive. Our heroine Ito has a house, three children and a mother to handle while she carries bale after bale from the warehouse to the boats. The first time the women march with anger and indignation no one spares them a glance. For some reason the second time the group marches everyone in town stops, stares and looks flabbergasted. It is inconsistent. Indeed, one or two of the women rushing a boat in a beach scene looked like they are laughing and are bemused instead of angry and determined. The police arriving within twenty seconds does not help with the scene's credibility either. Neither does the obviously fake ship off the coast nor the dejected reporter who wanted to change the world (by reporting on this incident).
These are poor people, but when a woman brings a free fish it falls on the ground and no one picks it up. Then there is obviously enough kelp for a poor woman to hand out for free. These are destitute people, but generally look too plump and healthy and carry their bales with too much conviction to truly be impoverished. The streets and the folks' clothes are too neat and clean. The feminism, which in a special video recording the director notes is important to his film, too is ham-fisted. There is a little girl who declares she hates the police as an older man touches and ogles her. A teen girl declares she is done with letting men control her life and, in order to not depend on men any longer, has decided to shuffle off and work as a geisha! Hey, as long as it is not this reviewer who has to explain to her what the job description of a geisha includes. Never mind that the prerequisite for such a vocation is years of training. It is fine as a feminist credo to improve one's lot in life, but instances like this make the film look cheap.
Indeed, and as mentioned, this film is not bad and it was an amusing watch given the subject matter, inclusive of the collusion of the merchant class with the warmongering government, setting and original idea, but a few questions did come to my mind. Why are the human mules needed in the first place? Even if no beasts of burden are available, could the townspeople, merchants and government not build or procure carts at least? Why the presence of the occasional visible narrator who intermittently talks to the screen or nobody in particular? Perhaps the director wanted to introduce the concept of a Benshi, which was popular in Japan during the riots' period, but then why do it only here and there? Finally, the film's original title is 'The Great Rice Riots.' Somehow someone in translation decided that the script, including several overt monologues (and even a pertinent speech against the system by a man on a soapbox) is insufficient feminism and the film's title became Angry Rice Wives in Canada.
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