Hakuchi: The Innocent (白痴)

hakuchi : the innocent

Asano Tadanobu

Koda Miyako

Hashimoto Reika

Kusakari Masao

Based on the novel by Sakaguchi Ango

a Tezuka Makoto film

In that house, there lived humans, pigs, dogs, chickens, and ducks, but...

the food they ate and the buildings they lived in were almost exactly the same.

The house was horribly twisted and was more like a storeroom than a house.

Downstairs lived an older couple. A young girl was lodging in the house's annex.

This young girl was pregnant with a child whose father was unknown.

It seems that the second-floor room that I'm renting

used to belong to the couple's son who had lung disease, but...

the room isn't even luxurious to a lung diseased pig.

Even so, the room had a closet, a bathroom, and a cupboard.

Mr. Izawa.

Mr. Izawa. Breakfast is ready.

Oh, what beautiful weather!

Dry your futon out once and a while.

You see this? I had someone fix it.

Oh! It's perfect! Thank goodness.

Please wear it.

Your breakfast is gonna get cold, so come down soon, ok?

The couple were tailors, the man teaching about needlework

and, even being a member of the neighborhood committee.

The young girl had been a desk worker at the old neighborhood committee, but...

while sleeping at the office, it seems she become involved with many of the committee

members.

Eventually she got pregnant from someone's seed.

Hey! Aki!

She's such a bothersome young girl.

If she's not careful with her baby, she could seriously damage it.

She doesn't realize anything!

She's involved with all the commitee members.

But I'm different. I have no interest in getting involved with stray cats like her.

She's almost like a magazine being passed around.

She goes from house to house to everyone there is.

I'm really the only one who hasn't given in to her invitations.

Even if she invited you, you wouldn't do anything.

You see? My husband - he doesn't have any courage.

If I don't have any courage, how the hell do I live with you?

The women that live around here are either...

like this exhausted old woman here... or are prostitutes or...

are some young girl who has no idea who her kid's father is.

Well... because, at the fishmonger's, there are idiots who are using perch...

Hey. No more of that while we're eating.

But... I'm jealous.

A job in television... Being surrounded by nymph-like babes...

You're probably getting your hands on just about anything you can, eh?

What are you talking about? Mr. Izawa isn't like you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Izawa.

But a job in television must be an incredibly difficult job.

It's really impressive for someone so young.

Excuse me.

I thought we were going to lose this war.

I had at least hid some small preparations for the resistance in a corner of my mind.

This area is mostly cheap apartments,

where concubines and prostitutes live.

Because none of the woman have any children, they share the common trait

of cleaning their rooms, which keeps the custodian happy

and the women's immorality has never once become a problem.

A Chinese murderer was the boss of the gambling hall

and his daughter was one of the tailor's pupils.

Next door was an acupressure therapist,

who needed acupressure more than anyone else.

Next door, there was a pickpocket master

But, regardless of his appearance, he wasn't very good.

At the exit of the alley, there was a tobacco shop.

A 55-year old woman lived there, powdering her face.

After she had driven away 7 or 8 of her lovers,

she couldn't decide whether to get a middle-aged priest or a middle-aged whatever.

But, on the other side of the building, there lived a widow who lived off a small amount of

money.

There also was a brother and sister, but their relationship was that of a married couple.

But it was thought that this was more economical and their relationship was tolerated

until the brother got a girlfriend.

It became necessary for the widow to get rid of the sister

and it was decided that she would be married to a 50 or 60 year old relative.

She drank rat poison.

After drinking it, she went to the tailor's training, suffered, and died, but...

at that time, the village doctor gave the widow a medical certificate and the conversation

ended right there.

Since I was a newspaper journalist, I knew about the lives of these people,

but I had never imagined that the squalid outskirts of the shopping district was like this.

I asked if this was caused by human nature being ruined by the war.

"No, it's always been like this around here."

the tailor had replied quietly with a face like a philosopher's.

But the most distinctive person was our neighbor.

Our neighbor was insane.

He had a huge fortune, but went out of his way to build his house

in the poverty of this alley. It was thought that this was the result of his hatred for

worldly desires.

The madman's name was Kogarashi. He had a mother and a 32-33 year old wife.

The man's wife was an idiot.

One year, Kogarashi left on a trip to Shikoku as a pilgrim.

But, at that time, somewhere in Shikoku, he hit it off well with an idiot woman

and returned with her as his wife as a pilgrimage souvenir.

Sometimes the neighbor would slip in through the fence and play tricks on the livestock

but, since I thought he was an important person, I would just quietly nod.

However, what is the difference between the madman and normal people?

If there is a difference, the madman is essentially more honest than normal people.

The madman laughs when he wants to laugh. He gives a speech when he wants to give a speech.

But others fear the fact that he does such things in public.

Compared to others, he didn't say a lot of unnecessary rambling things.

He was very thoughtful.

Miss Sayo. Miss Sayo.

What have I told you!

Have a good day.

Thank you.

Because of this long war, people's minds had become paralysed.

What was the purpose of this war? Whose sake was this war for?

Embracing these questions, the color of life was everyday tension, smeared out in an

endless boredom.

All pleasure is provided by the state under the label of "culture."

It is a horrible crime that has rendered the populace helpless.

Media Station. A palace of falsehood and foolishness.

Every kind of ugliness in this world is spit out from here.

The people devoured it.

You bastards are the staff of the "Imperial Special."

This program is completely different than every other shitty program.

This is the nation's "Imperial Special"!

This program is an entirely different world, too good for you assholes.

You fuckers aren't humans! You're shit!

You're all my shit!

Shit doesn't eat or talk. You will listen to what I say and reply.

You little shit over there.

Why is the "Imperial Special" so big? Do you know why?

B... Because the ceiling is really high.

You little shit, give me the answer.

B... B.. Because the television ratings are high.

I can't hear you.

Because the television ratings are high!

Television ratings of 70%!

Which means that almost every idiot in this country watches this show.

Why do we have television ratings of 70%?

Because Ginga performs on the show.

Miss Ginga, you asshole! Miss Ginga!

She's not the type of person you can refer to so casually.

Because of Miss Ginga, we are able to eat every day.

She may be a disrespectful brat, but she's the top singing idol.

All the women in the country admire her and all the men jack off to her.

Everyone here, even the bureau director, adores her

And if you make her even a little mad, you're kicking us all in the balls.

That brat is queen here!

And tonight's "Imperial Special" is a very special show.

It's celebrating the "queen"'s upcoming 20th birthday.

So, tonight just try to make our queen a little angry and I'll hollow out your eyes and

shove your balls in there!

I'll give you a body that can never work again. You got that?!

Huh? Do you!?

Yes...

I can't hear you!

Yes!

Questions?

What is tonight's show's theme?

"What is tonight's show's theme?"

What the fuck does that have to do with you? Shit should just shut up and do what it's

told.

What? You have a problem?

If there's anyone in my fucking unit without balls, that's a problem.

I don't do sex discrimination. I regard you the same as all the fuckers with balls, so be

thankful.

What the hell's with that face?

What toilet were you born in, you little shit?

Hey. Can't you hear me?

Is there anything in your brain?

Who's the asshole who let this guy into my sacred workplace?!

If you make me any more irritated, I'm gonna make it so you can never open your mouth

again.

I'll make it so snot can't even get out your nose.

Hey.

Chief!

G... G... Ginga has just entered the building.

Ginga...?

Yes.

But... it can't possibly be that time yet.

That fucking brat. What is she thinking?

Okay, you bastards. You understand, right? Right...?

Good morning, Miss Ginga.

Wow, today you are wearing an especially beautiful outfit.

Shut up, faggot.

But haven't you come a little early? The rehearsal is at...

Four o'clock.

at four o'clock. And the actual performance is at...

Seven o'clock.

at seven o'clock.

We'd like to have that changed.

Huh?

We don't need the rehearsal. So please move the schedule up to the actual performance.

But... move up the schedule...? It's a live broadcast.

That's why I'd like to you record Ginga's portion before the broadcast.

Pre-record a live broadcast...? W... What do me mean by this?

Today the movements of the stars are bad. This week Aries have bad luck.

Yesterday I only slept eight hours. If I don't sleep ten hours, my skin gets dry.

Today I'd like to get the performance over with quickly. So finish it before 7, ok?

But, Miss Ginga. Today is our final broadcast. A wonderful birthday special. So, let's take

some time out for the rehearsal...

I made reservations tonight at The Sky Buffet. The Penne Arabiata there is so delicious.

And for dessert Zabaione. The chocolate souffle is also really good. What should I do?