Professional Documents
Culture Documents
YURIKO FURUHATA
any chronological markers or local specificity. What, then, one may ask,
is the political efficacy of making such films?
Despite being called ‘landscape’, A.K.A. Serial Killer and the
film-within-the-film of The Secret Story present neither the pastoral nor
sublime. Here it is banality that counts. But why emphasize the banality
of everyday scenery? At one level, as I have noted already, the
foregrounding of everydayness counteracts the revolutionary temporality
that structures political documentary films of the 1960s. But there is
another level of critique at work in these two ‘landscape films’, one
which has to do with space. Before I go into the analysis of this spatial
critique in the images of landscapes, a brief contextualization of the life
of Nagayama – the inspiration for A.K.A. Serial Killer – is in order.
Nagayama (1949–97) was born into a poor working-class family in
the northern island of Hokkaido. As he recounts later in his novelistic
works, poverty forced his family to move around, preventing him from
regularly attending school. In 1968 he stole a pistol from the US navy
base in Yokosuka and killed two security guards and two taxi drivers. He
was arrested and sentenced to death, but while in prison he learned to
read, turned to political philosophy and began to write. In 1971 he
published his first autobiographical novel, Muchi no namida/Tears of
Ignorance, which became an instant bestseller, gaining enthusiastic
support from left-leaning youth. Nagayama continued to publish novels
from prison, sending his royalties to the families of his victims.
But more than anything, Nagayama became an icon of radical leftism
and the agitating voice of the so-called lumpenproletariat, putting
forward statements such as ‘The bourgeoisie does not have the right
to pass judgment on the proletariat’. In so doing, he laid his indictment
at the feet of the capitalist state. When he wrote, for instance, ‘At
midnight on a certain day of a certain era/ a fool who knew neither