If I told you this film felt slow, what would you think of me?
Would you question my patience? Even my taste? An Inn in Tokyo’s an Ozu film, after all; part of a body of work famed for its stately pacing. Ozu never, ever rushed. Part of any true film fan’s maturation is discovering his work, falling in sync with its gentle rhythms, and learning to love the way its images unfold. You don’t make time for Ozu movies; they give you time.
And Ozu’s best films make the waiting worth it. But An Inn in Tokyo, one of the master director’s lesser-known silents, doesn’t always do that.
