Film

Sound of the Mountain

Name: Sound of the Mountain
Genre: Drama
Released: 1954
Cast: Setsuko Hara, So Yamamura, Ken Uehara, Yōko Sugi, Teruko Nagaoka

Family drama

Ozu's 1954 masterpiece explores the quiet devastation of desire and fidelity through a family unit coming undone. A young wife finds unexpected emotional intimacy with her distant father-in-law while her husband openly pursues another woman. It's achingly tender, visually austere, and concerned with the small gestures we make to survive disappointment. Ozu's camera watches without judgment.

TMDb rating

3.7

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