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FILM REVIEWS<br />
stabbing her in the arm with a pen, she takes it in stride,<br />
offering to buy the boy a hamburger bento and doling out a very<br />
pedagogically progressive punishment which consists of light<br />
teasing and asking him to apologize. Of course, the boy, Makoto<br />
(Tetta Shimada), warms up to her pretty much immediately.<br />
The largely plotless drama's relaxed pace feels appropriate given<br />
its setting, and the stakes are suitably low. Anything resembling<br />
conflict usually comes in the form of mundane<br />
misunderstandings or conflicting desires <strong>—</strong> a single mother<br />
reprimanding someone for making her look bad in front of her<br />
neighbors, a young girl not wanting to go on a family trip <strong>—</strong> and it<br />
takes a good while before Call Me Chihiro delves into its titular<br />
character's somewhat turbulent inner life. Although the script<br />
doesn't always do her a lot of favors, Arimuri imbues the<br />
superficially flawless Chihiro with some rough edges, especially<br />
once the film finally decides to foreground her loneliness and<br />
lingering grief from her mother's death, while never allowing her<br />
to be anything other than unfailingly kind and understanding.<br />
The reveal that her chipper energy obscures a more mournful<br />
side isn't exactly a surprise, as any attentive viewer will likely be<br />
able to piece together that her ability to bring joy and comfort to<br />
so many stems from her own rather isolated life, her habit of<br />
neglecting herself while constantly being concerned for others<br />
becoming clear relatively early on. When she comes across the<br />
dead body of the homeless man she had previously taken care of,<br />
she is alone in her grief, choosing not to share her tragic find<br />
with anyone. As there is no one to inform of his death, she ends<br />
up burying him herself, before returning to her lonely apartment<br />
to sullenly wash the dirt off her skin.<br />
Quietly melancholy sequences like these are what make<br />
Imaizumi's latest more memorable than most of what currently<br />
clogs the digital arteries of streaming platforms <strong>—</strong> this goes<br />
double for Netflix, whose library is overstuffed with beige,<br />
throwaway content fodder that seems to have been conceived by<br />
an AI <strong>—</strong> and its reflections on loneliness and the value of strong<br />
communities and found family do, to a generous viewer at least,<br />
carry shades of Hideaki Anno's 2000 arthouse romance Ritual<br />
and Satoshi Kon's 2003 animated comedy-drama Tokyo<br />
Godfathers. This isn't to say that Call Me Chihiro comes anywhere<br />
close in terms artistic value <strong>—</strong> or excitement for that matter <strong>—</strong><br />
but as far as Netflix originals go, one could do a lot worse than<br />
this warm-hearted, empathetic, and yes, occasionally uneventful<br />
and saccharine slice-of-life drama. <strong>—</strong> FRED BARRETT<br />
DIRECTOR: Rikiya Imaizumi; CAST: Kasumi Arimura, Hana<br />
Toyoshima, Ryuya Wakaba; DISTRIBUTOR: Netflix; STREAMING:<br />
February 23; RUNTIME: 2 hr. 11 min.<br />
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