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We loves it, tho, the chase sometimes! Sniffin’ em out, it’s a game—bit o’ a thrill, yeh? Like when Mia’s dancin’ in that flat, all wild an’ free, “You’re not my dad!” she’d scream. Me, I’m duckin’ coppers, dodgin’ the filth—once hid in a skip, stank o’ fish an’ regret. Laughed me head off after, tho—Gollum, the prossie-huntin’ king!

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A woman who turns to prostitution to pay for her brother's college education invites a political analysis of the ephemeral Japan of the s. Ozu's pre-war.

Then, I decide to grab some dinner. I’m craving ramen, so I head to this spot on Kōen-dōri again. The place is packed! I squeeze in, and the smell hits me. Heaven! I order the spicy tonkotsu, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in ramen paradise.

Angela Schanelec on I Was at Home, But…, the Kindness of Ozu, and Her Filmmaking Philosophies