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Ono­da: 10,000 Nights in the Jungle

07 Apr 2022 / Released: 15 Apr 2022

Words by David Jenkins

Directed by Arthur Harari

Starring Kanji Tsuda, Yûya Endô, and Yûya Matsuura

Two men in white shirts facing each other, one's head in front of the other's
Two men in white shirts facing each other, one's head in front of the other's
3

Anticipation.

That title sounds like a bit of an ordeal. And it’s three hours. Eep!

4

Enjoyment.

Heavy going for sure, but more than justifies its epic runtime.

4

In Retrospect.

Shows the kind of “big” film you can make with relatively small means, and a great subject.

Arthur Harari charts the remark­able sto­ry of Japan­ese sol­dier Hiroo Ono­da, who refused to sur­ren­der at the end of World War Two.

Most peo­ple who have stud­ied his­to­ry know the tale of the Japan­ese sol­dier who stood guard­ing his post dur­ing World War Two and refused to stand down until offi­cial­ly relieved by his com­mand­ing officer.

It has become syn­ony­mous with the quaint spec­ta­cle of war, where such con­fu­sion high­lights the absur­di­ty of extend­ed con­flict. Arthur Harari’s Ono­da: 10,000 Nights in the Jun­gle is the sto­ry of that sol­dier, told with an empha­sis on the rav­ages of time and the nox­ious qual­i­ties of extreme patriotism.

It is a film about state mind con­trol more than it is a chron­i­cle of human psy­chol­o­gy gone awry. If any­thing, Hiroo Ono­da, here played by Yuya Endo, is pre­sent­ed as rather a meek fig­ure who is quite lit­er­al­ly set in his ways when spend­ing over a quar­ter of a cen­tu­ry clutch­ing his rifle, ready to ward off an impend­ing attack.

He’s intro­duced as a green­horn who is induct­ed into the mil­i­tary and man­ages to rise up the ranks, despite the fact his prep­py resolve caus­es him to clash with fel­low offi­cers. With the rank of lieu­tenant, he is post­ed to a small, strate­gi­cal­ly vital island in the Philip­pines and told to make sure the local air­field remains oper­a­tional come hell or high water. And if things get bad, sui­cide is not an option: Ona­da and his men must stand tall until the last breath is ripped from them by the encroach­ing enemy.

There is some­thing Her­zo­gian in Hatari’s French-pro­duced epic, par­tic­u­lar­ly in the way it chron­i­cles the mono­ma­ni­a­cal ten­den­cies of a man who just can­not be swayed by the hard evi­dence with which he is often pre­sent­ed. As time ticks on, the mem­bers of his pla­toon either choose to desert or are struck down by ill­ness (or the occa­sion­al bul­let), leav­ing Ono­da to even­tu­al­ly fly solo into the 1970s.

Two people sitting on a rock near a campfire in a lush, forested landscape.

Quite ear­ly on in the ordeal, per­ceived ene­my com­bat­ants are heard yelling the war is over while attempt­ing to defend them­selves from gun­fire, but Ono­da chalks this up as a trap – the malev­o­lent pro­pa­gan­da of a foe quick to adopt dirty tac­tics to win out the day. He does this over and over and over, much to his own psy­cho­log­i­cal detriment.

In a world where the del­uge of tox­ic opin­ion spew­ing from social media plat­forms has the abil­i­ty to cor­rupt a ratio­nal mind, it’s a very pre­scient film in the way its sub­ject is a per­son who has been whol­ly con­vinced of his des­tiny, to the point where he refus­es to ques­tion the log­ic of his dire circumstance.

There are occa­sion­al shoot-outs and sor­ties against natives, but much of the film com­pris­es Onoda’s crooked and sense-twist­ing ratio­nale for reach­ing this invis­i­ble fin­ish line. Harari’s film is a prac­ti­cal, sim­ple and sad­den­ing doc­u­ment of every­day madness.

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