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My Sunshine

2024 · Hiroshi Okuyama

For a quiet evening when you want something soft and beautiful that still leaves a small ache — a contemplative comfort watch for anyone who misses being young enough to feel everything for the first time.

What it's about

On a snowbound Hokkaido island, a hockey-playing boy with a stammer becomes quietly transfixed by a girl practicing figure skating on the same ice. Her coach notices, and pairs the two opposites to train for an ice-dance competition — a winter of falling and getting up, as a bond forms that neither of them has words for yet.

The experience

Hushed, tender, and unhurried, like the season it inhabits: breath hanging in cold air, blades scraping ice, feelings arriving before names for them do. It's gentle almost all the way through, with an honesty underneath that keeps it from being merely sweet.

The craft

Okuyama wrote, shot, and edited the film himself, framing the rink in soft, boxy compositions where snow-light does most of the talking, with warm folk songs drifting over the wobble and glide of practice. It's a film of textures — ice, breath, wool — that rewards a calm room and an unhurried mood.

Why it matters

Premiering at Cannes while its director was still in his twenties, it confirmed him as one of Japanese cinema's most promising new voices in the tradition of patient, child-centered filmmaking.

Reception & legacy: how My Sunshine was received, argued over, and remembered →

On a snowbound Hokkaido island, a hockey-playing boy with a stammer becomes transfixed by a girl practicing figure skating — and her coach, sensing something, pairs them for an ice-dance competition. Hiroshi Okuyama, who debuted at 22 with Jesus, was still in his twenties when this second feature premiered in Un Certain Regard at Cannes, and it confirmed him as Japanese cinema's gentlest new formalist: he wrote, edited, and shot the film himself, framing the rink in soft, boxy compositions where breath hangs in the air and Humbert Humbert's folk songs drift over the wobble and glide of practice. The lineage is clear — Kore-eda's patience with children, Somai's respect for their gravity — but the film's shape is Okuyama's own: a season-long idyll of falling and getting up, alert to first feelings that don't yet have names, and honest enough to admit that adult frailty can intrude on even the most protected winter. It ends when the ice does. What lingers is the light: pale sun through rink windows, two small figures learning to move as one.

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