Film

Kitamura Tokoku: My Winter Song

Name: Kitamura Tokoku: My Winter Song
Genre: Romance, Drama
Released: 1977
Cast: Ranbô Minami, Mari Tanaka, Renji Ishibashi, Mariko Fuji, Jiro Kawarazaki

Biopic
Slow-burning

A 1977 Japanese biopic centered on a poet's crisis point: New Year's Day 1894, as Kitamura Tokoku recovers from a suicide attempt amid imperial fervor and looming war with China. Through conversations with visiting friends, we trace his life as a civil rights activist, passionate lover, and writer consumed by the desire to live literature authentically. Intimate, melancholic, steeped in late-Meiji intellectual ferment.

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