Hirokazu Koreeda’s Shoplifters

It is in this film that you can endeavor the struggles of living despite life itself. Transcending human nature against one’s predestined choices. The film reveals the lives of a family whose foundation is laid down by feeling rather than authority. It’s a world within worlds that often crash into one another. It’s devoid of kinship but complete of openness, compassion, love that remains extraordinary without reciprocity.

The film begets an atmosphere of spirit rather than prestige or stature. It’s ordinary and nuanced; smart and sympathetic with a touch of naivete that exceeds expectations. As each character is defined through the eyes and seemliness of another, it’s truly mesmerizing what Hirokazu Koreeda does.

You can sense the weight of immediate living rather than the eternal ebb and flow of possibilities. A truly inspirational tale of a life lived in seconds rather than ages. As if the previous second and the next remain eternally opaque. What isn’t (opaque) is the living of the present moment; the perpetual rearing and weaving of lives based on ways of being.

These thoughts are disquieting to think about as it is. And the way Koreeda conveys them in satisfying strokes of storytelling – it’s intelligent and meaningful. The shoplifting, the relationship between loneliness and sadness, the trite belongingness of a family reduced to use and expense. The ups and downs of one’s status in this world are the inhalation and exhalation of a society. The spine of domesticity that wrecks more lives than it strengthens.