Perfect Days

By the close, the picture risks taking on the quality of those allegorical novels that provided solace in the post-hippie era. Jonathan Livingstone Lavatory Cleaner. Zen and the Art of Lavatory Maintenance. But better than that. Sharper, less sentimental, less aphoristic. A film to live your life by.

Perfect Days is another masterwork from Wenders, a recognition of life’s curiosities, the small details that make it all worthwhile, and finding beauty in the overlooked things in life.

The film becomes a kind of meditative act.

Perhaps, in its polite and unassuming way, the film advocates not just a new way of looking, but also a new way of living.

There is real joy in how this man lives perpetually in the moment, embracing the small, unassuming pleasures of the present.

Perfect Days turns out to be a surprisingly charming, haunting, moving work with deliberate echoes of Japanese cinema legend Yasujiro Ozu.

The film’s details collectively grow absurd and pompous.

шикарный фильм! настоящая игра актеров, хороший сюжет, не попсовый фильм, любителям попсы точно будет скучным.

The film seemed a bit confused (imo) At first I was going to write a review about how nice it is to watch a movie about nothing. An ordinary guy going about his life and appreciating the little things, is at first (and for most of the film) inspiring, humorous and uplifting. How nice it is to watch a movie where the roof doesn’t cave in and turn into a drama fest. For me the ending was difficult to watch and the outro song kind of rubbed me like I was watching the ending to a completely other movie. While this film was unabashed in it’s exit, it just kind of killed it for me. Still a good film. A slow burn, which is a nice change of pace sometimes (and to fall asleep to). Far from a bad film. After leaving the film, I took a two hour walk because to go to a bar after watching something like this would be difficult for me. Still reflecting on it but I’m pretty sure to say I give it a 5/10 (irony)

As a review title I would use 'not **** a movie in which a pro toilet cleaner at work one would expect to learn something about how to do that. But no, the maker is not interested, what is strange, because he chose this subject for his movie. There is a lot of rubbing on clean surfaces, but what does he do with the used tissues? Are they moisturised or rinced? Probably the actor has written into his contract that he doesn't have to actually clean anything let alone something dirty. A large part of the reason the job is not an obvious career choice is because of the stench and smell. You might aswell make a movie about a garbage collector with an empty truck that only collects brand new stuff? Or a bus driver with puppets instead of real humans. And what about the physical side? The repetitive movements don't hurt? The chemicals don't bite? The people don't speak? But atleast the music is real. But I didn't run to the record store after seeing it, and that is a pity, because I can present you with a lot of great songs you never heard, and so should a movie. The old and gray they play enough on the radio, thanks, but no thanks. House of the rising song might be 'special' to the Japanese, but Wenders is not a local! Old used tapes are presented as being collectors items, but the Japanese don't like second hand, and if some do, a tape is not the most durable option. So its probably similar to the profession, listening in a way nobody with a sane mind would. The books he buys are dead cheap, but eating out every day is unlikely for people with low wages. On the other hand the birth rate in Japan is low, so human labour might be valued more **** one thing the movie could be usefull for is to show children why they better stay in school instead of leaving to early and falling into this carreer choice. But its to unrealistic for that purpose. He even has a company car he takes home, and a private parking space, in Tokio? Still, not bad. The film is steeped in Japanese culture!

Perfect Days **** poverty by showcasing beauty in mundane things and totally ignoring the working-class struggle.

Yes, okay. A film about the routine of life. Always the same, always the same. So what? Where's the point of the film? And why shouldn't we be bored? If it's possible to make a film about the meaningless routine of life, then let's all make endless sequences of everyday life and thus we're all capable of making arthouse films.Well shot, good cinematography, good actors, great songs from the 60s and 70s. But two hours of "perfect days" of absolute nothingness with a hint of pedophilia between the little blonde and her niece.Having Wenders isn't enough to call it a good film. No thanks!