More than ten years ago, before the kids and before we got married, Jeroen and I spent many times together watching movies either in the cinema or at home.
We had such a simple life before the wifi and pirated DVDs came along. We would take the car to rent VHS tapes or Laser Discs at the neighborhood rental shop in San Juan. And we would have a date at home.
Now with all these toys, gadgets, work and the kids, I really appreciate my quiet time with Jeroen when I we would have movie dates in bed, just the two of us under the sheets and in the dark.
Last night Jeroen and I weren’t in the mood to read or go online, so I finally played this DVD I purchased from Amazon.
It is about a newly married cellist who loses his job when the orchestra he is part of is dissolved.
Having a debt of 9 million yen (the cost of the cello), he decides to sell the instrument and leave Tokyo with his wife. They settle for a simpler life far from the city where his late mother has left him with a rent-free house.
Searching for a job, he answers an ad in the newspaper, not knowing what is in store for him. It is in fact a job in a funeral home. He is hired on the spot and offered a salary of 500,000 yen a month (about Php 250,000).
At first he struggles with the grossness of the job (which he conceals from his wife) but soon enough he learns the trade from his boss.
I have experienced funerals only in Manila and in the Netherlands. I can tell you now that the Dutch are more solemn than Pinoys, whose wakes and funerals can become quite a party. It seems we have lost that touch of solemnity with the slide shows and the catering. That’s why I appreciate watching how the Japanese (such a lovely people) deal with their departed.
Seeing this movie will make you wish you were Japanese, just because of how they handle the final rites.
Jeroen and I finished the movie close to midnight, after which we turned off the lights and slept really well (until a mild earthquake woke me up in the middle of the night).
When I woke up this morning I was still thinking about it—a sign that a movie has really touched me, I just had to share.