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About Osaka

What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ her! Like, get outta here with that holier-than-thou crap. Don’t pee on my leg and say it’s holy water—you don’t know her story! She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet, and y’all wanna clutch pearls? Nah, fam, she’s a survivor. Once saw her clock a dude with a beer bottle—bam!—‘cause he got handsy. Had me cheerin’, like, “That’s my girl!” She’s scrappy, man, scrappy as a wildfire in July.

Two Films By Yasujiro Ozu

His work in the silent era, which lasted into the mids in Japan, is filled with socially conscious student comedy, tense crime thrillers, and scenes of Depression-era desperation.

So, I leave the café, and I’m wandering around. I hit up the Ozu Castle ruins. It’s kinda cool, but also kinda sad. I mean, it used to be this big deal, and now it’s just… ruins. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, when I hear this loud crash. I turn, and some kid just knocked over a whole display of souvenirs. I can’t help but laugh. Like, classic Ozu moment, right?

One of the Greatest Directors of All Time Remade His Own Movie 25 Years Later