Film

Rhapsody in August

Name: Rhapsody in August
Genre: Drama
Released: 1991
Cast: Sachiko Murase, Hidetaka Yoshioka, Tomoko Otakara, Mieko Suzuki, Mitsunori Isaki

Drama
Slow-burning

Kurosawa's late masterpiece finds profound humanity in a Nagasaki survivor spending summer with her grandchildren. Gentle and searching rather than didactic, it moves between childhood joy and the weight of historical trauma, asking what forgiveness means when the wound runs this deep. A film about how we carry the past, not a lecture about it.

TMDb rating

3.6

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