The rapid modernization of the world post-WWII came with a lot of ups and downs, and people everywhere had to decide what they wanted the future to look like, Japan especially. Mr. Thank You distills a lot of that conversation into a bus ride, with the coming and goings of customers as they interact with one another. The microcosm society of the bus, shared with the public, is humbling, and yet few ever truly make large, sweeping changes in their lives based on just one interaction with a stranger. You’d need several. Hopefully, like the migratory birds, they all meet again, but that’s wishful thinking. Only the titular “Mr. Thank You” has this privilege and it has tuned him into the plight of others, granting him empathy for his fellow person. The simple composition and small space of the bus interior is so perfect for this film and each exit we see the rider that just got off fade into the distance, a reminder that while we leave them behind, they still have their own journeys to attend to
The rapid modernization of the world post-WWII came with a lot of ups and downs, and people everywhere had to decide what they wanted the future to look like, Japan especially. Mr. Thank You distills a lot of that conversation into a bus ride, with the coming and goings of customers as they interact with one another. The microcosm society of the bus, shared with the public, is humbling, and yet few ever truly make large, sweeping changes in their lives based on just one interaction with a stranger. You’d need several. Hopefully, like the migratory birds, they all meet again, but that’s wishful thinking. Only the titular “Mr. Thank You” has this privilege and it has tuned him into the plight of others, granting him empathy for his fellow person. The simple composition and small space of the bus interior is so perfect for this film and each exit we see the rider that just got off fade into the distance, a reminder that while we leave them behind, they still have their own journeys to attend to