Snowy White
Snow falling on cedars. The image is a beautiful one and director
Scott Hicks and director of photography Robert Richardson
certainly work it in their new film, which offers repeated
tableaux of the stunning beauty of the Pacific Northwest,
specifically, a fishing village on San Piedro Island. But once in
a while, the film interrupts its mediations on snow-covered
trees, strawberry fields, and churning surf with images that are
equally vivid, but in a very different way. At these moments,
serenity gives way to violence, in shots of a body on an autopsy
table, its skull crushed, or waves rolling back to expose dead
and wounded soldiers, or severed limbs in the midst of flashbacks
to an idyllic childhood.
Through such cues and others less elusive, Snow Falling on
Cedars begins to shake its viewers out of complacency, when its
familiar star-crossed lovers plot becomes a sincere, if
problematic, examination of racism and nationalist fervor.
Set in 1950, Snow Falling on Cedars has two intertwined plot
lines. The impetus for the action is a murder trial: local
fisherman Karl Heine is found tangled in his fishing nets in a
bay, his skull crushed; soon after, his childhood friend, Kazuo
Miyamoto (Rick Yune), is arrested and charged with the crime.
Ishmael Chambers (Ethan Hawke) is a reporter covering the trial;
he is also the childhood love of the defendant's wife, Hatsue
(Youki Kudoh). The second plot involves Ishmael's memories of his
and Hatsue's failed romance. The link between these stories is
more than just the coincidence that Ishmael is reporting on the
trial of a former lover's husband: racism is a driving force
behind Kazuo's trial, just as it was the wedge that divided
Hatsue and Ishmael.
This racism, however, is disguised as a fierce U.S.-American
nationalism, which climaxed after the bombing of Pearl Harbor in
1941 and is still palpable in the San Piedro Island community at
the time of the trial. The prosecution's witnesses make this all
too clear. The coroner connects Karl Heine's head wound to the
Japanese martial art of Kendo and testifies that he told the
police to "look for a Jap," and prosecutor Alvin Hooks (James
Rebhorn), after repeated references to Pearl Harbor, appeals to
the jury to "consider [Kazuo's] face the truth is self-evident
in him." He refers to Kazuo's emotionless, stoic expression,
which, the film emphasizes, is a cultural misreading (his
reference precedes a flashback to a Kendo instruction, "never
show your emotions"). What the lawyer reads as callused
indifference, the Japanese see as honorable strength.
But the film is also specifically calling attention to white
racism against the Japanese, as Kazuo's face identifies him as
"the enemy." Kazuo's defense attorney, Nels Gudmunsson (Max Von
Sydow) recognizes this dual appeal to nationalism and racism,
pointing out that it works both ways: he notes that Kazuo lied in
his original interview with the police because he assumed
(correctly, as it turns out) that he could not trust the whites
to treat him fairly.
Flashbacks to Ishmael's childhood further illustrate the
pervasiveness of racism in the community. Initially, Hatsue's and
Ishmael's relationship is only "acceptable" outside the village,
that is, among the cedar trees: we see them meet inside a
hollowed-out tree, a verdant, wet, womb-like space that insulates
them from societal pressures. Particularly in Hatsue's case, the
film focuses on the social construction of race and racism.
Hatsue's mother warns her, "Stay away from white boys"; and
Hatsue complains to Ishmael, "She teaches me to be Japanese!"
While Snow Falling on Cedars is sometimes subtle in presenting
the inherent racism of U.S. society, it is more often overblown
and melodramatic. For instance, when the town's
Japanese-Americans are being "relocated" to internment camps
during WWII, the camera looks down on the Japanese boarding a
ferry with a U.S. flag billowing above their heads: surely, the
irony is not lost on the viewer. However, when a subsequent shot
of the Japanese (still on their way to the camps) being bussed
through the desert includes a young Japanese girl singing, "The
Star Spangled Banner," the moment seems more than a little
contrived, as if we can't quite be trusted to understand that
these Japanese are also American.
The most disconcerting element in the movie's examination of
racism, however, is Ishmael's position. He is more acutely aware
of prejudice than his dead activist father (whose memory he
idolizes and feels he can't live up to), because he has felt the
impact of it directly, in Hatsue's rejection of his love ("Even
as I felt your body move against mine, I knew that it was
wrong"). And so, we might assume that he is free from such hatred
himself.
But the film shows how easy it is to slip into a conditioned
racism and find a sad comfort in reinforcing one's own identity
through the obliteration of another's. For instance, in the
climactic moment when we hear Hatsue's rejection letter to
Ishmael as a voice over, we see him wounded in battle and then
losing his arm to amputation (like the girl singing the anthem, a
blatant combination of images and soundtrack). In agony, Ishmael
reduces Hatsue to a racist and sexist epithet, "Fucking Jap
bitch." And yet, the movie almost makes his response acceptable,
because it is spoken out of his pain of rejection, while his
continued love and longing for her is evident in the present-day
scenes. In other words, the film asks us to realize that he
didn't mean it, to see it from his point of view. But this leaves
out the effects of such a sentiment, as it informs every minute
of every day for those who are victims of racism.
What is more difficult to accept however, is the way in which the
film places the fate of Kazuo squarely in Ishmael's hands. Is
Ishmael's discovery of new evidence and plea to the judge meant
to redeem him, to make up for the bitterness he has long harbored
against Hatsue? Or does this coincidence ultimately reinforce a
notion of white supremacy? It was, for this viewer at least, a
profoundly uncomfortable scene when Kazuo's family turns to face
Ishmael, gazing up at him in the balcony of the courtroom, bowing
to him to show their gratitude. A Japanese custom, yes, but with
the camera angle from Ishmael's perspective, looking down at the
beneficiaries of his good deed, and the cut to the look of
satisfaction on his face, it is an uneasy moment, and
unfortunately, one of the last in the film.
The two different trailers for Snow Falling on Cedars pitch it
as a murder mystery or a love story. But neither angle seems as
interesting as the timeliness of the film and its subject matter.
Fears of international terrorism within U.S. borders bring
increasing media demonizations of Middle Eastern and Arab
peoples, coinciding with a burgeoning of militant
hyper-nationalist groups and domestic terrorism. Snow Falling on
Cedars reminds us that nationalism is often inseparable from
racism. If we feel relatively "enlightened" nearly sixty years
since the U.S. government's abuses of Japanese-Americans in the
wake of the Pearl Harbor bombing, the movie also suggests we are
not incapable of repeating that behavior under the guise of
nationalism and national security.