Resumo de Books:memoirs Of A Geisha

?A motion picture based on the novel by Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha?
An orphan, Sayuri (Ziyi Zhang) rises from childhood poverty to become the most famous and sought after geisha in her district but cannot be with the Chairman (Ken Watanabe), the man she really loves. Rated PG-13 for sexual themes and some violence, including some directed towards children.
Memoirs of a Geisha is a lushly shot, skillfully acted, and competently directed film. The soundtrack, while overbearing at times, utilizes the skills of Itzhak Perlman on the violin and Yo-Yo Ma on the cello. It will no doubt garner praise for its technical artistry and sympathetic portrayal of gender oppression. My own response was more reserved.
I guess the key moment in Memoirs of a Geisha, from a Christian perspective, comes when the orphan Sayuri receives a kindness and a monetary gift from a then stranger on a bridge. To this point in her life, Sayuri has been trying to either escape the house in which she has been sold or merely survive as a slave. She takes the money she has received, more than she has ever had in her life, to the temple and sacrifices it as an offering to accompany her prayer. She wants to be a Geisha so that she can possibly see this man again and be a part of his world.

If I could pause for a moment, though, not to fully deconstruct the film?s messages?choice is better than no choice? love is better than prostitution??but only to point out how very, very ambivalently they are embraced by the film itself, I might be able to account for the curious lack of emotional power with which the film passes over you. Memoirs of a Geisha is one quickly moving, impersonal scene after another: our sisters are sold into slavery scarcely before the credits are over, Sayuri moves from attendant servant to debutante geisha in a few training sequences (was I the only one who kept hearing Team America?s ?Montage? song in my mind?), World War II is covered with a quick shot of some flying planes and a symbolic shot of red silk floating in a river, Sayuri regains her status before we even realize she has lost it.
In other words, things just sort of happen in Memoirs. Some of them are interesting, some touching, but like Sayuri?s dance, they are more surface than substance. In the rush to cover so much material, director Rob Marshall rarely gives us enough time to invest in any of the characters; as a result, the things that happen to Sayuri seem more like a series of movie obstacles than true personal tragedies. It is a dramatic movie with an action movie sensibility?beautifully shot, it?s never more than five minutes away from a dramatic plateau or payoff. The tension never rises, though, and the narrator?s voice-overs becomes prosaically expository rather than poetic.
The key to the emotional pull of a romance is the audience?s desire to see the principals together. Choices they make that keep them apart, even misguided ones, extract pathos only if we understand that they should be together. We understand that Sayuri wants the Chairman, but we know nothing of whether he wants (or only desires) her until the end of the film. We aren?t really sure whether she wants him?him you understand, not the illusion of him, nor the memory of a kindness, nor simply the abstract freedom of choice that is symbolized in him, but him?until the credits roll, and we deduce (more than know) that this is a happy ending.
One problem with the material that the film never solves is that the geisha are apparently supposed to be implacable. The masks they wear to make themselves inaccessible and mysterious make it difficult for the audience to connect with Sayuri and believe the depth of her feeling. The novel doesn?t have this problem; it is told in flashback, and the confessional mode of the narrator allows you to be drawn into her inner, emotional world in a way that the film?s chronological structure and observational point-of-view do not.
Finally?okay?I?ll sayit. For all the film?s insistence that geisha are not courtesans nor prostitutes, for all the underlining that Sayuri?s prayers and choices are the product of the absence of choice, the film ultimately celebrates the institution of geishahood for providing an escape from poverty and never seriously gives much thought to the price that it extracts. When Sayuri?s virginity is auctioned to the highest bidder, we are invited to linger over her triumph in extracting the highest price in history while the cost of the earnings is only hinted at as she lies down to a discreet fadeout. Love, we are told, has led Sayuri to pray to be able to give herself to the highest bidder. Equal love has led the Chairman to remove himself from that bidding. And the greatest love answers her prayer, not seeing that it isn?t really the true prayer of a soul that knows herself and has a name for the unfamiliar longings that have been born inside her but rather the confused and desperate prayer of a child who has been given kindness as a pusher might give drugs to a junkie and who finds herself willing to sell everything to have another sample.

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