The Crimson Kimono (1959)

Director:

Samuel Fuller

Guionista:

Samuel Fuller (written by)

Release Date:

octubre 1959 (USA)

Genre:

Mystery | Thriller

Plot:

Two detectives seek a stripper's killer in the Japanese quarter of Los Angeles, but a love triangle threatens their friendship.

Plot Keywords:

Bicycle | Librarian | Cat | Murder | Love Triangle

Comentarios de los usuarios:

You only saw what you wanted to see

Cast

Victoria Shaw	...	Christine Downs
Glenn Corbett	...	Detective Sergeant Charlie Bancroft
James Shigeta	...	Detective Joe Kojaku
Anna Lee	...	Mac
Paul Dubov	...	Casale
Jaclynne Greene	...	Roma
Neyle Morrow	...	Hansel
Gloria Pall	...	Sugar Torch
Barbara Hayden	...	Mother
George Yoshinaga	...	Willy Hidaka
Kaye Elhardt	...	Nun
Aya Oyama	...	Sister Gertrude
George Okamura	...	Charlie, karate teacher
Reverend Ryosho S. Sogabe	...	Priest
Bob Okazaki	...	George Yoshinaga (as Robert Okazaki)

Duración:

82 min

País:

USA

Idioma:

English | Japanese

Color:

Black and White

Sonido:

Mono (RCA Sound Recording)

Clasificación:

USA:Approved

Filming Locations:

Burbank Theatre, Los Angeles, California, USA

Company:

Globe Enterprises

Movie Connections:

Featured in Los Angeles Plays Itself (2003)

You only saw what you wanted to see

Not like I want to lecture all of you...but this film does a bit more than it's being given credit for. In fact, it engages with the nature of image and illusion and its relation to reality. Maybe it doesn't do this in the profoundest of ways, but this is as proper a subject for film-making as can be. Hitchcock's Rear Window is the obvious masterpiece in this respect, but if you take your attention (or "gaze" if you prefer) off of the story or the genre of this film for a second, you can't avoid the fact that every scene has this at its core. The film is filled with Westerners who have a fixation or fascination with otherness as represented, in this case, by "orientalism". They are experts in Asian art and martial arts; they are infusing their work and life with exoticism.They have a curatorial approach to life; they are voyeurs, to some degree. Painters and painting - imagemaking - plays a key role in the film.The Japanese - American (Nisei) detective Joe attempts to bridge the gap that exists between himself and Christine through a tongue-tied analysis of what is missing in her canvas - what is visible by its absence. He also attempts to figure out whether his thinking is more "Asian" or "American" in its nature. This is symbolized by his playing a Japanese folk song on the most Western of instruments, the well-tempered piano. He sees himself as a hybrid. He is aware of the fact that he sees the world through a combination of several possible filters. The line "You only saw what you wanted to see" has key significance in this film,underscoring as it does several key scenes. By the use of the word "you", it also implicates the VIEWER of the film. The viewer of a film only sees what he/she wants to see: notice, for example, how this whole aspect of this film, which I consider essential, has gone unmentioned in all the other commentaries! Joe wants Christine to see him for himself, fearful of her taking the curatorial or voyeuristic approach to their interracial relationship - Deleuze's famous line "when you are lost in the dream of the other, you are screwed" comes to mind - and yet Joe forgets that he sees HIMSELF as fragmented, made up of parts.

The stripper's dying in the street is accompanied by raucous stripper music and is immediately contrasted with her lascivious life-size representation above the marquee. The life force and escapism represented there is contrasted with the funky facts of life and death. Her manager's description of the Asian - influenced act which she was planning uses the language of aesthetics to describe a piece of cutting-edge trash much as the film we are watching operates both on the level of a program-filling potboiler and an examination of personal tropes. All this having been said, I will admit that, having recently re-seen Pickup On South Street, I was a bit spoiled by the earlier film. Neither Glenn Corbett nor Victoria Shaw seem to inhabit their roles adequately enough. I understand that Fuller films are not about "acting" per se, but still...And Sam Leavitt is no Joe McDonald (cinematography). I loved the denouement's taking place within the fast-moving Nisei parade, but this is a real Wells (Lady from Shanghai) via Hitchcock (39 Steps) moment. And they both did it better, for what it's worth. Still, I love Fuller and his vision. I am glad his work now receives serious attention although paradoxically, like a true example of Heisenberg's principle, such work seems to function much better outside of the self-conscious, self-reflexive world of "art". Fuller is like Anna Lee's character Mac: he can only paint his epic masterpieces in the back room of a sleazy bar.