Almost perfect

Gently sublime film has hallmark of greatness

WIM WENDERS’ Perfect Days is set among the crowded skyscrapers of Tokyo and the quiet urban parks that Hirayama (Koˆ ji Yakusho) traverses daily in his job cleaning public toilets. But where the movie resides, really, is Yakusho’s face.

In this gently sublime film, Hirayama steps outside his humble apartment each morning and gazes up at the sky with a smile radiating gratitude. Hirayama says little throughout the course of Wenders’ quiet, quotidian film. Little happens but its gaze is attuned to what's beautiful and meaningful in everyday living. And Yakusho’s warm presence speaks volumes in a film where less can mean profoundly more.

Each morning,

Hirayama wakes, puts on his blue sanitation jumpsuit and neatly drapes a white towel around his neck. He drives his van from public toilet to public toilet, where he takes remarkable care in his work. He uses a small mirror to see the underside of a toilet bowl. “How can you put so much into a job like this?” says Takashi (Tokio Emoto), Hirayama's younger, less scrupulous co-worker. Hirayama's days are rigorously routine but lively with variation. While driving through the elevated highways of Tokyo, he selects a cassette tape from a rack above the sun visor. Patti Smith, Lou Reed, the Kinks, the Animals or Nina Simone play as he rides. Usually, Hirayama, analog through and through, is driving against the traffic.

He's a lover of trees, and each day on his lunch break takes a photograph of the branches above him, with light pouring through. With the care of a surgeon, he plucks a tiny seedling, places it in a small paper sack, and adds it to his nursery at home. At night, he reads Faulkner.

Eventually, a niece (Arisa Nakano) turns up, followed by Hirayama's estranged sister (Yumi Aso). But Wenders' film, which is nominated for best international film at the Oscars, is uncluttered by plot or exposition. Instead, we're invited to ponder Hirayama's serene, monastic existence — to admire the joy he finds in the mundane and the attentiveness he gives to things he values.

Is he running from the world or in its thrall? Wenders, who co-wrote the film with Takuma Takasaki, is a longtime admirer of Japan; in his 1985 documentary Tokyo-ga, Wenders travelled to Japan to pay homage to the great filmmaker Yasujiro Ozu. Much in Perfect Days radiates with a similar spirit of minimalistic wisdom.

That's a great credit to Yakusho, the great Japanese actor, whose soulfulness fills the empty spaces of Perfect Days. It may sound like an arthouse enterprise but anyone could connect with Wenders' film. My 8-year-old daughter accompanied me on my second watch; that she hung with the movie from start to finish, I think, is because Yakusho's Hirayama is a character to love.

Wenders was initially drawn to the project by Tokyo's exquisite public toilets, which are lightyears more artfully designed than the few you can even find in most American cities. In that way, they're a symbol of civic good. And so is Hirayama, who in his life and work, in plant life and cassette tapes, fully encapsulates the definition of custodian. —AP