After watching this movie last night, I feel like I have a new mission, which is to get as many people as possible to see this movie. That's a hard ask because between the Anglicized title of a Japanese word, Omoiyari, which loosely means feeling compassion for others, and the fact that it's a documentary, I worry that it may not get the audience it deserves.
K, as the central figure, an accomplished musician set out to tell the story of the dark period of American history, the Japanese internment during World War II. But it turns into something much more broader and beautiful than that. It talks about the difficulty of maintaining two identities in this country and what one loses, when one assimilates. Given that so much of our country is within one or two generations of coming from elsewhere, this is a theme that will resonate with almost everyone.
The music, the visuals, and the way the story is knitted together are extraordinary, showcasing not only the creative wonders of Kishi Bashi, but tying that poignant music to a story of history and personal identity.
In a few days, this will be available in Paramount+ and gather your family and watch it together. I promise, based on the in person audience and the tears that were shed that you will be moved. While the history is brutal, the promise brought around by Omoiyari, is hopeful, and needed in a time where our country is so divided.
