It’s strange watching Silence knowing that the entire film was shot in Taiwan despite the story being set in southern Japan. The bulk of Martin Scorsese’s latest work is set in villages or indoors (and in a wooden cage), but every time they show a scene of the lush coast or rolling hills, one can’t help but wonder which part of Taiwan it was shot in.
You feel that you recognize some of the locales — that mountain scene must be Yangmingshan, that rocky coastline looks like Jinguashi — but you are not entirely sure because you’ve never been to southern Japan. Though strangely discordant, the feeling soon disappears as the stunning cinematography and compelling storytelling take over.
Years in the making, Scorsese’s passion project tells the story of two Jesuit priests (Andrew Garfield and Adam Driver) who arrive in 17th century Japan. Christians were being persecuted and executed, but believers continued to practice in secret. The plot follows the priests’ attempt to find their mentor (Liam Neeson), who is rumored to have apostatized and is living as a Japanese.
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It is is based on the 1966 novel of the same name by Shusaku Endo, who wrote from the rare perspective of a Japanese Roman Catholic. Endo himself is said to have endured religious discrimination in Japan.
Unsurprisingly, the story is heavily skewed toward the Western and Christian perspective, but that doesn’t mean it’s not enjoyable. Despite running 161 minutes, there’s enough emotion, tension, conflict and change of pacing in the film that there are few lulls.
The graphic composition of a few scenes remain memorable days after watching the film — a bird’s eye view of three priests, dressed in black, walking horizontally across the screen on a pure white stairway, a lone ship crashing through an ocean of dark blue. These can be incredibly detailed — during a cremation scene, the pyre is placed right in front of a rock, upon which the waves crash.
Silence comes in many symbolic forms throughout the film — the silence of God in response to the priest’s prayers, the silence of the people who risk death to practice in secret, and the silence of those who choose to internalize their faith instead of dying for it. It’s a trial for Father Rodrigues (Garfield), whose faith, which defines a way of life and all that he has known, is tested and he must decide how to move forward in a world where all odds are against him. This unyielding faith is what drives the film, as the tests become increasingly brutal. There’s a moral issue here — to what extent do you hold onto your faith when not only yours, but other people’s lives are at stake? Apostasy is just a formality here, and can be achieved by simply trampling on an image of Jesus. Does committing the act really mean you have turned your back on God?
We hold our breaths as things get worse, we wonder when Rodrigues is going to snap, and we question if we would ever have this kind of resolve.
While the Japanese characters are featured prominently with much dialogue that presents their reasons for wanting to rid the country of Christianity, it’s obvious that Scorsese wanted to portray them in a stark contrast to the priests’ holy characters. They are the bad guys who are merely obstacles to Rodrigues’ spiritual journey, and you don’t have much room to think otherwise.
You have the wretched, cowardly guide (Kubozuka Yousuke) who repeatedly betrays the heroes, the cruel and sarcastic translator (Asano Tadanobu) and finally the inquisitor (Ogata Issey), who is downright conniving and will do anything to achieve his goals. His high-pitched tone of voice, insincere facial expressions and irritating mannerisms make him immediately unlikeable, removing any chance for one to really ponder the Japanese perspective. This is unfortunate because there are some pretty intriguing metaphorical and philosophical exchanges between him and Rodrigues.
And the only “good” Japanese are the impoverished and oppressed villagers, the Hidden Christians, living in misery and revering the priests as saviors. They also seem like the only Japanese who were converted, a point which could have been explored more. We know what drives the priests, but what compels these villagers to choose death over spitting on a cross? What were their lives before the crackdown on Christianity?
The impressive thing is that these thoughts and comments only popped up after the film, indicating that it was a solid piece of entertainment. It’s a story that digs deep and can be deeply personal, even controversial, and each person will leave the theater with different questions.
One last thing: apparently Garfield and Driver were supposed to be talking in Portuguese-accented English. It didn’t work at all. Neeson, for his part, didn’t even try.
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