Saudade and Nostalgia in 'Byousoku 5 centimeter' and 'Innocence'
To define saudade and nostalgia upfront (courtesy of Wikipedia):
- Nostalgia: the yearning for things lost in the past that will never return
- Saudade: the yearning for things lost in the past that might return, even if that return is unlikely or so distant in the future as to be almost of no consequence to the present
Wikipedia further elaborates: 'One might make a strong analogy with nostalgia as a feeling one has for a loved one who has died and saudade as a feeling one has for a loved one who has disappeared or is simply currently absent. Nostalgia is located in the past and is somewhat conformist while saudade is very present, anguishing, anxious and extends into the future.'
When I was watching Shinkai Makoto's Byousoku 5 centimeter, I thought to myself: 'Well, that's saudade alright.' In addition, I think the scene where in adulthood Toono passes by Akari is significant for two reasons:
i) Saudade becomes nostalgia in one split second.
ii) The most important decision one ever makes in one's life is made in one split second.
The yearning does not cease - but the realization that something or someone long lost may return or will never return makes all the difference. And the fact that this all happens within one split second (perhaps that is what the title of the film "Byousoku 5 centimeter" really refers to?) makes it all the more poignant.
Similarly, when I was watching Oshii Mamoru's Innocence (I mean the part about Batou's love for Motoko), I also thought to myself: 'Well, that's saudade alright.'
When the Motoko says to Batou at the end, 'Do not forget - I shall be with by your side whenever you are online', it sounded to me like a life sentence of saudade to be borne by Batou.
Utimately, I think it is a matter of choosing one's poison: With nostalgia, one is resigned that what is lost is lost forever - with that in mind, one may be able to move on with life. With saudade, one lives the perpetual hope that what is lost may yet return - and one tiptoes around the void of absence; life goes on but one leaves that void unfilled in expectation of the return of the long lost. Nostalgia has a cut-off line at some point in the timeframe. Saudade goes on.
If there is ever such a thing as opium in the aesthetic sense, then I have to say that saudade and nostalgia are without doubt my opium - my heart muscles twitch with pleasure and pain at anything with a component of saudade or nostalgia - provided that they are presented in splendid style and good taste, of course. (My 'gateway drug' in this regard was the films of Wong Kar-wai but that's too long a story to be mentioned here.)







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