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Why I love Hirokazu Koreeda’s Nobody Knows

31 May 2017

Words by Amy Bowker

A young boy in a red life jacket smiling as he leans against a railing on a boat, with a blurred, watery background.
A young boy in a red life jacket smiling as he leans against a railing on a boat, with a blurred, watery background.
This under­stat­ed 2004 dra­ma is a per­fect entry point for the Japan­ese director’s work.

I was intro­duced to Hirokazu Koreeda’s work by an eccen­tric com­par­a­tive lit­er­a­ture pro­fes­sor who wore a very wide-brimmed hat. He had assigned my class the task of watch­ing Lar­ry Clark’s Kids, which led me to pen a ven­omous essay about its depic­tion of parental neglect. When I received the essay back, it had a note scrib­bled in red next to its con­clu­sion. Nobody Knows 2004 – must watch,” it read.

Now, Clark and Koree­da are hard­ly com­pa­ra­ble film­mak­ers, but these films do share a cer­tain dis­turb­ing and trans­fix­ing qual­i­ty. Both cap­ture young peo­ple lin­ger­ing in a strange half-space between dra­ma and doc­u­men­tary, nav­i­gat­ing the vast metrop­o­lis­es in which they have been aban­doned. As in Kids, the vul­ner­a­ble chil­dren of Koreeda’s film exist with­out guid­ance or a moral frame­work, in a space that feels a lit­tle too real for comfort.

Inspired by a true sto­ry from the 1980s, Nobody Knows tells of reck­less sin­gle moth­er Keiko (played by pop icon You), who moves to a small Tokyo apart­ment with her 12-year-old son Aki­ra (Yûya Yagi­ra) and, hid­den in their lug­gage, his sib­lings Kyoko, Shigeru and Yuki. The chil­dren each have dif­fer­ent fathers and no school­ing to speak of; they’re liv­ing entire­ly for one anoth­er, banned from leav­ing the house for fear of being evict­ed. When Keiko finds a new boyfriend, she leaves the chil­dren alone in the apart­ment and this time doesn’t return. The four kids are left behind to build their own insu­lar uni­verse with­in the con­fines of their fam­i­ly home, with Aki­ra act­ing the part of parent.

Koree­da is a mas­ter of direct­ing chil­dren. He typ­i­cal­ly uses non-actors, rarely gives them scripts, instead ush­er­ing them through scenes as if they were at play. The result is a fil­mog­ra­phy that boasts some of the most nat­u­ral­is­tic por­tray­als of child­hood in all of cin­e­ma. Recur­ring themes of famil­ial dis­cord and the bond between sib­lings con­sti­tute the Nobody Knows’ frame­work, but there is some­thing far more com­plex at work here.

Koree­da dwells on the elu­sive line between fic­tion and doc­u­men­tary,” seek­ing to cap­ture that moment in between these two.” And there’s no deny­ing that the line blurs dif­fer­ent­ly in each new project he takes on, with one unit­ing thread: each film evolves along­side its char­ac­ters, allow­ing his audi­ence to ingest medi­at­ed expe­ri­ences and under­stand them as part life, part imagination.

Feet forced into tiny shoes, lit­tle fists grip­ping Akira’s dirty shirt, the yel­low­ing keys of Kyoko’s mini-piano and the zips on those omi­nous suit­cas­es; Koree­da pos­sess­es a supe­ri­or tal­ent for pulling on the heart­strings with­out ever forc­ing overt sad­ness’. Nobody Knows is a sto­ry told through close-ups with no tears shed and no dra­mat­ic out­bursts. Because who needs dra­ma when you can linger for a sec­ond too long on those tiny shoes and shat­ter your audi­ence into a mil­lion tiny pieces?

Despite the fact that Koree­da has nev­er had a break­out for­eign-lan­guage suc­cess, Nobody Knows is, as that wide-brimmed pro­fes­sor once scrib­bled, a must watch. Koreeda’s films are qui­et, inti­mate and over­whelm­ing­ly domes­tic. Con­fronting the com­plex­i­ties of the space between life and death, they demon­strate how every­day expe­ri­ences have the tran­scen­dent poten­tial to illu­mi­nate some­thing so much deep­er about the human condition.

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