Patrick is saying the way to increase the power of the film is to make it highly personal. I agree. But, I must be conscious to avoid self-indulgence. Thinking about my relationship with Tokyo. When I left there in 2000, I thought I’d never go back. Tokyo, I thought, had been responsible for everything that had gone wrong in my life. I had gone crazy in Tokyo. I had lost myself. But there was something…it was part of me. It had changed me…given me super hero powers. I needed to go back to recharge and to find something.
I knew these guys in Tokyo. They had lots of money…they had nice pads. I thought they had a monopoly on freedom. And so did they. But, the definition of freedom kept changing. It was as elusive as Tokyo herself. At first I thought that freedom was having a lot of money. I asked these guys “does money buy freedom?” And they all agreed that money did indeed buy freedom because it allowed you to do what you wanted when you wanted. You could, for example, “buy yourself into TV” according to Ken. You could buy a little island and have concubines. So, I thought the headhunting cowboys had freedom because they had a lot of money. They rode around Tokyo in flash cars, and they had rolexes and beautiful women. But they didn’t seem free. They seemed enslaved by the job. And, as much as they talked about how exciting making the deal was, it was all tied up in the money. They wouldn’t be doing the job if it weren’t for the money. And most of them…all they wanted to do was cash out. Or, like Jason, they had to “trick” themselves into believing it was fun.
I’m looking for cowboys on the post modern urban frontier. Here’s the story: I go there to look for cowboys–men who are free. And burning through an array of characters, I discover what true freedom is, and I discover what it is to be a cowboy.
Mini-narratives
Individual Modes of Expression
What did I discover about freedom on the post modern urban frontier? Freedom is in your head. It’s mental. Just like the rough is mental. And the cowboys were each communicating their own brand of truth about freedom.
Still missing something. What’s the feeling there? You feel like anything’s possible. And, if anything is possible because you’ve seen it and you’ve talked to people in the pub who’ve achieved it, then you take more risks to achieve your anything. You might as well live out your wildest fantasies because it is possible and no one will judge you for it. Now that’s freedom. But, there’s always a dark side. Don’t forget the dark side.
In the end, Tokyo called me back home like the siren she is. There’s food and sake and women. There’s broadband internet and video messaging and beer machines. It’s safe and it’s clean and you can have oodles of fun. Everyone’s nice, and you can earn wads of cash just because you happen to be a native English speaker. And, yes, there’s a dark side. It is, after all, the land of the rising sun so the darkness will always be there behind the sun. But you don’t have to look at it because the darkness is within you and so is the light.
