A repressed matriarch and unfortunate circumstances – a haunting earthquake, crushing debt, a dying ex-husband, a furious co-worker and her son’s girlfriend – bring her to the brink. The title “Hamon” is a standard Japanese word meaning, literally, “ripples” and, metaphorically, the influences each of us exerts on others. This is underlined several times in this film with scenes where the protagonists (the wife, the husband, the son, etc.) are standing in a shallow pond and the ripples emanating from one character expand in the usual circular pattern to reach the others. An interesting enough visualization of interpersonal relationships, but nothing that couldn’t be applied to any film involving humans. Or, indeed, any living organism. The arc of the film traces the travails of a Japanese housewife forced to deal with the sudden disappearance of her husband, the death of said husband’s father, the only son’s run off to college and then a run as far away as one can travel without leaving Japan (well, excepting Okinawa), and then the reappearance of said prodigal husband. Among other events. There’s a good dose of humor, a good dose of pathos, some awkward scenes with the deaf fiancée the son brings home unannounced. I think it was worth watching even before the final scene, which was surprising, thought-provoking, invigorating, actually quite wonderful. Ole!
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