This one would have gone to Venice in place of RASHOMON, if they had a sub-titled print and what a mess that would have made of film history.
It's a passable black and white account of the awfulness of civilian life during hostilities, with sensitive lead Okada more interested in pairing with the winning heroine than his soldier brother's lectures on manly spirit. His poetry writing student mates advocate Christian literature to ease his frustrations.
The brief happiness in the row boat or his producing a baby photo for her to work from for his portrait, brighten things. We could have seen more of the exploitative publisher, who has tank atrocities added to her work.
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