Sighed and yearned in equal measure, at Mikio Naruse’s Late Chrysanthemums yesterday. It’s research because there’s a film I’m trying to make, and so far failing to make, which involves the impossibility of the Western mind ever really getting to grips with what the fuck a Geisha is. This film isn’t really about that culture. It’s about the lot of the older woman in Tokyo, post WWII. I’m feeling it.