Eiga Sai, and some tragic dump lines
I must have missed out some words, but this is how I remember this character saying these lines:
“I was engaged until yesterday.
I found menthol butts with red lipstick stains.
Not in an ashtray, though.
In the car.
On the floor between the passenger seat and the door.”- Maki Kuwata (Reika Krishima) in “A Stranger of Mine” (Kenji Uchida, 2005; Japanese title: Umei Janai Hito)
Have you ever walked in clueless in a cinema and walked out thinking you might have just seen one of the unexpectedly funniest movies ever? No, I didn’t find the above lines funny at all. That made it to my list of memorable quotes because I loved how she paid attention to details that any other girl faced with infidelity would tend to overlook. This is actually a pretty creative way of telling someone you’ve been dumped while you’re in that chaotic period when you still can’t admit the reality of what’s just been done to you and when you can’t remember the last time you’ve been this drunk.
My own version of those lines, again in my less-than-a-minute short, would be like this:
I was engaged until tonight.
Coming home from work, I found used condoms in the bedside bin.
One on top of strands of longer hair and crumpled receipts.
Another on top of a box of my chocolates.
I didn’t eat those yet, and I took out the trash this morning.
- moi
… Fail. It’s more wordy than the one in the film, lacking in brilliance to make it to the silver screen. It definitely sounded better while I was thinking it.
My point is some girls (like me) look at details more often than guys would imagine. I can forget your name, but I’ll remember you as the person with the pre-drinking ceremony of making popping sounds with your thumb sliding against the brim of the bottle (but almost everybody does that, you’d say, and I’d even agree, but what about the other half that doesn’t? That would still be a number), and as the one who held your bottle by the upper neck using only the first three fingers of your right hand.
Save for that scene, the rest of the film was actually a mix of twisting storyline(s) (but then there was only one story flowing into several branches, eventually intertwining before the end) and great not in-your-face (I’m out of adjectives, am sleepy) kind of comedy. Subtitled comedies are hard to appreciate, but this one needed no trying.
Originally published at http://www.kinmaarte.com/blog/2008/07/eiga...



