Perfect Days (2023)

Wim Wenders, for me, the director of Paris, Texas fame, directs this Japanese movie, which was Japan's entry into the Oscars for consideration for Best International Film, and it made the final list of nominees. There is a Japanese word, “komorebi”, which was the original title of the film. Literally translated, it means “sunlight leaking through trees”, but there’s more to it than that. It speaks of a profound connection with nature, and the necessity to pause, to take the time to absorb and appreciate the perfection of tiny, seemingly insignificant details. This theme is visited throughout the movie in dreams. Every day is the same. Hirayama, a taciturn man in his 60s, wakes in his spartan apartment to the reluctant grey light of pre-dawn. He pulls on his overalls, takes a can of coffee from a street vending machine and sets out in his modest little van to start work, diligently cleaning the public toilets of Tokyo. It’s a solitary life. Hirayama can go days saying no more than a few cursory words. If members of the public notice him, they largely view him as an inconvenience. But mostly they don’t even see him. It should be the most soul-crushingly bleak film ever made – an endless and predictable grind with banality and urinal cakes. But the zen meditation on beauty, fulfilment and simplicity is quite the opposite: it’s an achingly lovely and unexpectedly life-affirming picture. It all depends – and this is central to the film’s gently profound message – on your way of looking at things. Hirayama looks at the world with his eyes, but sees with his heart. Hirayama has not only grasped komorebi, he has made it the keystone of his essence. He sees all things, all people, as equally important, with an equal capacity for transcendence. It is both a peaceful concept and a life lesson.