Memoirs of a Geisha

Marshall's adaptation of Golden's 'Memoirs of a Geisha' appears to be concise and a little tepid. It leaves out some crucial parts of the novel. Moreover, the characters in the novel are very well developed. The movie somehow fails to show this. I can understand that there were time constraints and the movie is already longer than the usual 2 hours but some important sequences, like the love story between the Chairman and Sayuri needed more development. As a director, Marshall does not do a bad job at all. He's the one who gives the film an enchanting feeling. With the spectacular visuals he presents a lot of subtle symbolism. Actually, what really makes 'Memoirs of a Geisha' watchable is that it's fascinating to look at. The dazzling colourful visuals and mesmerizing soundtrack are incredible. The shots of the landscape, the costumes, the choreography and the spectacular cinematography are breathtaking.

I wonder why three Chinese actresses were cast in the main roles? I can understand why this would upset some Japanese people. My Japanese friend joked that it was perhaps because Japanese actresses don't speak good English. Though, the most likely reason for Ziyi, Yeoh and Li's casting may be their international appeal (as they are quite well known throughout the world) and that Li and Yeoh are also accomplished actresses while Ziyi is kind of a star.

Among the performances, it is the supporting cast who stand out. Zhang Ziyi lacks the liveliness and curiosity of Sayuri. Ziyi seems to be too conscious of the fact that she's only acting. Even child actress Suzuka Ohgo, who plays young Sayuri, does a better job. Youki Kudoh gets more scope to perform near the end and does a decent job. Gong Li is superb as the wicked fiery Hatsumomo (but, sadly, her character is one-dimensional) and an enigmatic Michelle Yeoh is equally outstanding as the once divine geisha Mameha. Among the men, it is Kôji Yakusho who impresses as the brave but stubborn Nobu. Ken Watanabe is alright.

To sum it up, I loved watching 'Memoirs of a Geisha' mainly because it was very pleasing to the eyes. Marshall has handled plenty of sequences beautifully but it lacks a stronger heart (perhaps this is due to miscasting Zhang Ziyi). Having read the book, I'm not that disappointed as, even though some parts have been left out, not too much has been altered. Thus, it tries to stay true to the book. I think it also introduces the beauty of the ancient Japanese culture quite sensibly. Whether that feels real to some is another point.

Can a group of American men and Chinese actresses render the world of a Japanese geisha? The answer is yes, with stunning beauty … and regrettable flaws.

Truth be told, this movie was not as bad as its trailer led me to expect it to be. It had a story to tell (although it crumbles in the end),images to show, and material to present. There were ample displays of exquisite beauty -- the trailing tails of silk kimonos, the subtle allure of hand gestures, and the captivating scene of kabuki dance theater ...

On the other hand, the American director was not able to pull the Japanese out of Chinese actresses. (This movie was so crowded by famous Chinese idols that I found myself inadvertently searching for Joan Chen among the cast.) To be fair, all three main actors (Gong Li in particular) show strong performances that made me sympathetic to Rob Marshall's choices. However, they remain utterly Chinese throughout this movie. The look and accent are not the only problems. They lacked the kind of extreme femininity and excessive felicity of the delicately mechanical gesture and movements of traditional Japanese ladies you see in custom dramas of Japanese production. (Michelle Yeoh seems to be the only one trying a little bit of those, but it did not quite work for some reason.)

So, let me re-address the question: Can a group of American men and Chinese actresses render the world of a geisha? The answer, I guess, really depends on what you are looking for. If you would like a little bit of delight from an aesthetically pleasing picture with a dubious authenticity and realism, this movie delivers it. I would not say Rob Marshall failed completely. Memoirs of a Geisha is not the first, nor the last, movie that subjects another culture to the crude lens of American exoticism. It definitely is not the worst one.

As someone who read the book before watching the movie, I was pleased with the adaptation. The right parts were highlighted and felt the cuts made were necessary for length. The story is truly a tragically beautiful one, and the actors cast fit their characters. Great acting and some beautiful cinematography. Sayuri's dance scene was mesmerizing.

I lived in Japan for 3 years and I loved the book, rich with visual imagery. I went to the see the movie with a good deal of trepidation, convinced that they were going to butcher it and sex it up to appeal to American audiences. Instead I sat spellbound in my seat as I watched the images that Arthur Golden has created in my mind with words years before, play themselves out on the screen in front of me. Every shot, ever scene, every tiny detail was just beautiful. I literally did not look away from the screen the entire time. The acting wasn't spectacular. I think they could have found somebody better to play Sayuri. The children were all wonderful. The stand-out actress by far was Gong Li as Hatsumomo. The villain had the best opportunities to show her skills as a thespian. The plot stuck very closely to the book. They eliminated the scenes that they needed to in the interest of time, but they didn't try to take any shortcuts or speed up the plot. I really felt like the story was played out beginning to end without sacrificing any of the meat. You'll read a lot of reviews in the coming weeks praising the gorgeous photography. Every word is true. Words like "lush" and "exquisite" only begin to do it justice. I've never had the experience of being transported to another time by a movie in quite this way.

Lavish cinematography means 'Memoirs of a Geisha' is never anything less than visually beautiful, and it's hard to think of how any other movie could beat it to an Oscar in this department come March next year. However, the true merit of the film lies in the fact that its sumptuous style does not outweigh substance, something particularly thankful given that such an imbalance was so unfortunately true of House of Flying Daggers, the last major release to star Ziyi Zhang. Instead, the truly enchanting performance of 12-year old Suzaka Oghu, who plays the young Sayuri for the first half hour, ensures attention is captured within her character's story for the rest of the drama. This allows the script to remain pleasingly understated, and also means the unlikely nature of the romance can be overlooked.

The hibernation that the story withdraws into during the wartime years could so easily have been damaging, but in the event the portrayal of how the post-war influx of American troops corrupted Japan's ancient traditions is just as excellent as the rest of the film.