Is "growing up" just putting familial expectations before personal desires? And if so, are sacrifices like these worth making, if they conflict with what we really want? Are these choices just what society deems respectable? Do they really make us happy? Is happiness the point? And if happiness isn't the point, then what is? And what's happiness anyway? Yasujiro Ozu's Late Spring delicately challenges us to answer these questions for ourselves, without foisting answers upon us. It just quietly chronicles the struggles of a father and daughter trying to do one of the hardest things imaginable- the right thing.
I'd love to hear what you have to say.