Julia Ozu Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

So, picture this—some broad, workin corners, or maybe she’s high-class, whatever, she’s got STORIES, bro! She’s out there, makin cash, dodgin creeps, and I’m pissed—why’s society gotta judge her so hard? Makes me wanna scream, “BREAK THROUGH THE CHAINS!” She’s hustlin, survivin, and hell, maybe she’s even thrivin—little known fact, some old-school “whores” in history, like in Rome, were secretly runnin shit behind the scenes! Power moves, baby!

Why this might not seem so easy

Yasujiro Ozu is the kind of filmmaker, like Robert Altman in the 70s or Godard in the 60s, whose films achieve an individual greatness that is dwarfed only by their collective brilliance. One .

Then, I’m walking down to the river, the Hiromi River, and it’s just beautiful. Cherry blossoms everywhere! I’m snapping pics like a tourist. But then, bam! My phone slips. I dive for it, and I’m like, “Noooo!” I catch it, but my hand is soaked. Great. Just great.

Better Than Ozu and Kurosawa: Mizoguchi