The director Ryusuke Hamaguchi’s latest film to premiere in U.S. theaters, “Passion,” is also one of his oldest — a confident if uneven new piece of 15-year-old context for one of cinema’s most acclaimed contemporary auteurs, whose “Drive My Car” last year earned the Oscar for best international feature.
Never before released in the United States, “Passion” (2008) is Hamaguchi’s second feature, his student thesis from his time in Tokyo film school. (His first was a remake of Andrei Tarkovsky’s art-house landmark “Solaris”; no one can accuse Hamaguchi of lacking ambition.) Like certain influential early career films that preceded it — Barry Levinson’s “Diner,” Lawrence Kasdan’s “The Big Chill” — “Passion” has a low-fi, hangout feel, flush with the youthful indie energy and forgivable pretensions of an artist who believes that filmmaking matters. Hamaguchi is still a student but already finding his voice.
The plot is likewise loose, literary: A group of young academics and professionals reunite to discover their lives are growing apart. When Kaho (Aoba Kawai, heartbreaking) and Tomoya (Ryuta Okamoto) announce their engagement, the group’s many internal love affairs, past and present — a love hexagon, give or take a side — begin to roil their little group’s surface cohesion.
In “Passion” we see marks of the artistic sensibilities and preoccupations that characterize Hamaguchi’s later films like “Car” and “Asako I & II” (2018): the intimate close-ups; the philosophical musings; the unbiased compositions; the themes of betrayal, compromise and need. We also see shared flaws: the indulgent run-time, the occasional overwriting and lapses in tone. I’ll take those minor flaws in exchange for what, in hindsight, signaled the emergence of a serious artist.
Passion
Not rated. In Japanese, with subtitles. Running time: 1 hour 55 minutes. In theaters.
