Hachiko and loyalty
I saw the movie" Hachiko. "
Without taking anything away from a film that for once telling a good story, I confess that for me the most shocking moment, ironically, was the next to the film itself, switching on lights in the room, under the titles queue that ran on the screen.
A small cinema on the outskirts of Milan, a winter evening, no more than thirty people in the room, vaguely uncomfortable seats and atmosphere a bit ' old. Well not exactly a multiplex cinema projection.
Turning the lights we were all stunned and dazed, her eyes narrow slit rare and whispered comments. Scene after already having some projections say.
Wrong: everyone, without exception, were crying. Some more openly, without restraint, others almost ashamed, tears so abundant as to render the tissues soon unusable.
The story is not the story, does not deserve to be summarized in so few lines, rather than be lived with the characters of the film. Put simply say that the relationship is, however, actually occurred in Japan, which indissolubly unites a man and a dog. Not a man and his dog, they are two beings with equal dignity and value.
and Tai Chi Chuan? From my point of view in this film there are a number of lessons.
At first glance, stands the sensitivity needed to come into full contact with another, loyalty to one another and the ability to live fully in the here and now. All skills that underpin the study of martial arts.
But perhaps the most important message is that of loyalty that unites the two actors beyond the limits of life.
The scenes where two characters, the daughter and best friend of the protagonist, are aimed at Hachiko, orphaned of his counterpart human, inviting him to follow his own destiny and to do what he feels in his heart as the reason he was born. Moments are suspended in a timeless space. Everything stops, slows down every moment.
The look of the dog breed akita reaches levels of expression than a thousand film scripts. Hachiko what feels like the deepest motivation of his spirit, his destiny is realized in an interminable wait for the return of those who can not return.
The same loyalty to the feudal lord, unconditional and full of life at the base of the samurai or a disciple to his Master.
This post has been on my mind for some time but failed to materialize. Any attempt to carry it on a sheet of paper was trivial.
Then, a few days ago Margot, the rottweiler that has been part of our extended family for over 12 years, left us to the paradise of dogs.
Thanks for teaching me too. I owed you, old girl.