Emotion (EMOTION 伝説の午後＝いつか見たドラキュラ)

DEDICATED TO ROGER VADIM AND HIS FILM BLOOD AND ROSES

FOR THE LOVE OF YOUTH AND THE END OF YOUTH

THAT DRACULA WE ONCE SAW

"The loud noise of the wild wind —

where are those who have died?

They've gone on a journey."

Jules Laforgue

AND MY TWO BELOVED GIRLS...

SPECIAL APPEARANCES BY

Once upon a time there was a little girl.

She grew up by the sea,

but she longed for the big city.

A MYTHICAL AFTERNOON

HARBOR

SEA

FISH

SCENT

SUN

STEAM WHISTLE

SEA BREEZE

CHILDREN

HOPSCOTCH

SOUND

CRAB

JELLYFISH

TOBACCONIST

TILED ROOF

DRAGONFLY

ROLLING A HOOP

SPARKLING ALGAE

DAY

DAY

DAY

DAY

FAR AWAY

ONE FINE AFTERNOON ON A HILL

TWO GIRLS MET FOR THE FIRST TIME

ONE WAS NAMED EMI

THE OTHER WAS NAMED SARI

EMI AND SARI

A MYTHICAL AFTERNOON

In a mythical castle in medieval Europe

there lived a count and his wife.

They used a whip of wolf's rawhide

to inflict pain on each other's flesh —

the only way they could be sure of one another's love.

1966.

Sari's parents have inherited the genes for this abominable propensity.

That dark, fateful passion

has cast its shadow over Sari's thin, watery blood.

SPRING

When spring came,

the girls entered a world out of a fairy tale.

There was a very strange park there

where adults basked in the sun

with quiet smiles on their faces.

The girls spent an entire day there.

As they said farewell to that day,

the girls began to lose

the wonderful ability to believe in things

that don't exist in this world.

ONE FINE AFTERNOON ON A HILL

That's the young man Sari loved.

But the young man seemed to be

more attracted to Emi.

RAIN

SUMMER

WHERE DID EMI COME FROM?

FROM THE SEA

THE BRIGHT, DAZZLING SEA

Sari had a dream.

In her dream, the young man she loved took on the form

of her father and the man from the legend.

He was kind enough to love Sari's blood.

THE END OF SUMMER

I KNOW THE SEA TOO

BUT MINE IS A DARK, DARK SEA

The dark passions of Sari's mother

sprouted impure blossoms

in front of Emi's pure, naked flesh.

Thus, this fateful couple's lives

became entangled with that of a young girl.

The fires of destiny were blazing.

"Love is a gentle wildflower...

a flower that won't wilt

in the heat of the summer sun.

A fevered passion hidden in one's breast...

never to be frosted over by doubt."

O, my one and only love!

Sinking... my darling.

Sinking... my darling.

Sinking into the city streets.

The roar of the dark sea —

so far away, yet I can still hear it.

The sound of the sea's dark waves

sinking into the city streets.