Just cleaned up from a visit from my parents. As usual, we had a great time; I made dinner (hamburgers with onions, Ruffles potato chips, and lemon cake with chocolate icing) and we watched Memoirs of a Geisha.
Which was quite a remarkable film. I don’t know how accurate it is, but it seemed to track with what little I know of Japanese culture. And if nothing else, it’s a fascinating little morality play, full of human twists and turns. Friends become enemies. Lives are twisted because of little mistakes. The acting is universally superb.
And although the ending is generally positive, it’s a pretty dark film. The protagonist narrates that, at the end, she “learn(ed) kindness after so much unkindness.” She had a really rough life. And it didn’t exactly turn out all okay in the end.
But then, that’s life too.