Fe (1994) - full transcript
"Fe (Iron)"
Produced by Yoshikazu Kobayashi
Screenplay by Kanji Nakajima
Akishino Negishi
Cast Eiji Maruyama
Reina Oshibe / Fumiko Kawahara
Kouchi Adachi
Art Director Akira Katsuta
Sound Engineer Hideki Koga
Yumi Yokoyama
Music by Kanji Nakajima
Satoshi lshige
Produced & Directed by Kanji Nakajima
For thousands ofyears
have I been here...
making tens of thousands
of pictures on canvas
with my eyes half closed.
Pictures of branches
trembling in the wind,
absorbing the spirit
from the earth,
growing so gargantuan
that I cannot see their tops.
One day, in this very place,
a tree I drew, did bloom,
flowers bedecked
its myriad branches.
And all the flowers
did in a moment fall.
Overawed, I did not
take up my brush...
And now, the tree
blooms no more.
Nor does it sprout.
Only a skeleton-Iike,
dead tree remains.
I coughed a Iittle and
put away my paintbrush.
Time passed and
in this place,
I began to paint again.
The dead tree decays not,
but radiates in silver tones.
The brances grow
both bigger and harder.
SIowly does the tree
change shape.
A thousand years ago,
in this very place,
I alone have waited for
the pre-destined moment
to come again.
AII I have done,
is wait.
Await the creation
of my Iast painting.
What is it?
A fish.
How did you get it?
I found it.
You must set it free.
What are you doing?
I am waiting.
Waiting for what?
From the sky...
petals shall rain
A Iong, Iong time ago,
in a far away Iand,
There was a small village
deep in the forest.
The villagers often
hunted in the forest,
gathering nuts, making houses
and all the while singing,
reciting poems,
or singing Iullabies.
Food was freely offered
to passing travellers,
and each day was
Iived in bliss.
As the sun set,
fireplaces were Iit,
time for a warm rest.
Into sleep they went quietly.
But one night,
while all slept,
a Iow, menacing growl came
from the edge of the forest.
Each day, it grew Iouder.
Chilrden could not
play outside.
Men could not
go hunting.
The villagers were frightened
and convened a meeting.
The village elder spoke:
"A mountain-sized monster Iives
at the edge of our village. "
"Surely it will come here
in search of food. "
"It will tear apart, both
the sky and the earth, "
"the sun shall burn and
all will be destroyed. "
The villagers trembled
at these words.
The bravest of all young men,
did volunteer himself.
"I shall destroy the monster! "
"I will save the village
and the forest!"
Carrying all the village's
hopes and anxieties,
the young man entered the forest.
Are you going again today?
Can I take this?
What will you do with it?
I will take it with me.
What are you painting?
Do you always paint here?
Yes, but never a picture
do I finish.
This little girl paints
in my place.
Why aren't you painting?
There is one I must see
before I can paint.
Until it is revealed,
I am unable to paint.
Hence I sit here everyday,
awaiting it's arrival.
The wind has risen.
Are you not cold?
It's getting dark.
I'll go home now.
Don't be late.
Flowers aren't falling...
Today, again, it is not to be...
Let him sleep.
What is this?
What happened?
A car ran over it.
Help me make a grave?
Yes, I shall.
As soon as I get
a little better.
It is like the scales
of a reptile,
or the bark of a tree.
Rusty steel, smells like blood.
It also gives off
its own warmth.
Feel it.
When a creature dies,
it becomes cold.
But, cold steel instead,
takes warmth.
Shouldn't I think that
all around me is warm?
Come with me.
"I came to destroy you. "
Why?
"You will destroy the forest. "
"And all within it. "
So said the young man.
For a while the monster
quietly pondered.
"They declared I would
destroy everything. "
"I will walk atop your village
and kill all within. "
"Then call to the moon. "
"AII the Ieaves from the trees
I shall blow away. "
"AII I wanted was
to Iive in peace. "
"But far too big in body, "
"to Iive along side
you humans. "
At this, the young man
withdrew his bow.
He was at a Ioss what to do.
The monster demanded
to be slain.
"But after my death
use my body well. "
"My body is harder
than the stones. "
"Make from it many
strong houses and bridges. "
So saying, he slowly
closed his eyes.
The young man carried off
a whisker from the monster,
back to his village.
The villagers warmly
welcomed him.
AII, to a man, praised
his prowess.
But, he was not happy at all.
He was even a Iittle sad.
Flowers aren't falling...
Today, again, it is not to be...
Will you go again
tomorrow?
Well...
But, maybe I cannot
go anymore.
At last, flowers fall.
Produced & Directed by Kanji Nakajima
Produced by Yoshikazu Kobayashi
Screenplay by Kanji Nakajima
Akishino Negishi
Cast Eiji Maruyama
Reina Oshibe / Fumiko Kawahara
Kouchi Adachi
Art Director Akira Katsuta
Sound Engineer Hideki Koga
Yumi Yokoyama
Music by Kanji Nakajima
Satoshi lshige
Produced & Directed by Kanji Nakajima
For thousands ofyears
have I been here...
making tens of thousands
of pictures on canvas
with my eyes half closed.
Pictures of branches
trembling in the wind,
absorbing the spirit
from the earth,
growing so gargantuan
that I cannot see their tops.
One day, in this very place,
a tree I drew, did bloom,
flowers bedecked
its myriad branches.
And all the flowers
did in a moment fall.
Overawed, I did not
take up my brush...
And now, the tree
blooms no more.
Nor does it sprout.
Only a skeleton-Iike,
dead tree remains.
I coughed a Iittle and
put away my paintbrush.
Time passed and
in this place,
I began to paint again.
The dead tree decays not,
but radiates in silver tones.
The brances grow
both bigger and harder.
SIowly does the tree
change shape.
A thousand years ago,
in this very place,
I alone have waited for
the pre-destined moment
to come again.
AII I have done,
is wait.
Await the creation
of my Iast painting.
What is it?
A fish.
How did you get it?
I found it.
You must set it free.
What are you doing?
I am waiting.
Waiting for what?
From the sky...
petals shall rain
A Iong, Iong time ago,
in a far away Iand,
There was a small village
deep in the forest.
The villagers often
hunted in the forest,
gathering nuts, making houses
and all the while singing,
reciting poems,
or singing Iullabies.
Food was freely offered
to passing travellers,
and each day was
Iived in bliss.
As the sun set,
fireplaces were Iit,
time for a warm rest.
Into sleep they went quietly.
But one night,
while all slept,
a Iow, menacing growl came
from the edge of the forest.
Each day, it grew Iouder.
Chilrden could not
play outside.
Men could not
go hunting.
The villagers were frightened
and convened a meeting.
The village elder spoke:
"A mountain-sized monster Iives
at the edge of our village. "
"Surely it will come here
in search of food. "
"It will tear apart, both
the sky and the earth, "
"the sun shall burn and
all will be destroyed. "
The villagers trembled
at these words.
The bravest of all young men,
did volunteer himself.
"I shall destroy the monster! "
"I will save the village
and the forest!"
Carrying all the village's
hopes and anxieties,
the young man entered the forest.
Are you going again today?
Can I take this?
What will you do with it?
I will take it with me.
What are you painting?
Do you always paint here?
Yes, but never a picture
do I finish.
This little girl paints
in my place.
Why aren't you painting?
There is one I must see
before I can paint.
Until it is revealed,
I am unable to paint.
Hence I sit here everyday,
awaiting it's arrival.
The wind has risen.
Are you not cold?
It's getting dark.
I'll go home now.
Don't be late.
Flowers aren't falling...
Today, again, it is not to be...
Let him sleep.
What is this?
What happened?
A car ran over it.
Help me make a grave?
Yes, I shall.
As soon as I get
a little better.
It is like the scales
of a reptile,
or the bark of a tree.
Rusty steel, smells like blood.
It also gives off
its own warmth.
Feel it.
When a creature dies,
it becomes cold.
But, cold steel instead,
takes warmth.
Shouldn't I think that
all around me is warm?
Come with me.
"I came to destroy you. "
Why?
"You will destroy the forest. "
"And all within it. "
So said the young man.
For a while the monster
quietly pondered.
"They declared I would
destroy everything. "
"I will walk atop your village
and kill all within. "
"Then call to the moon. "
"AII the Ieaves from the trees
I shall blow away. "
"AII I wanted was
to Iive in peace. "
"But far too big in body, "
"to Iive along side
you humans. "
At this, the young man
withdrew his bow.
He was at a Ioss what to do.
The monster demanded
to be slain.
"But after my death
use my body well. "
"My body is harder
than the stones. "
"Make from it many
strong houses and bridges. "
So saying, he slowly
closed his eyes.
The young man carried off
a whisker from the monster,
back to his village.
The villagers warmly
welcomed him.
AII, to a man, praised
his prowess.
But, he was not happy at all.
He was even a Iittle sad.
Flowers aren't falling...
Today, again, it is not to be...
Will you go again
tomorrow?
Well...
But, maybe I cannot
go anymore.
At last, flowers fall.
Produced & Directed by Kanji Nakajima