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Mizoguchi's The Crucified Lovers and the Smile on the Boat

03 jun 2026

Kenji Mizoguchi (1898-1956) built The Crucified Lovers (1954) around a cruelty so precise it took me a second viewing to feel its full shape. Two people are condemned to die for an adultery they have not committed, and then, fleeing the sentence, they fall in love anyway, so that the punishment arrives at last for a crime the accusation invented and only their flight made real. The film is about how a rigid society manufactures the very sin it claims to be policing.

The source is old and respectable: a 1715 puppet play by Chikamatsu Monzaemon, the great dramatist of the bunraku theatre, here adapted by Yoshikata Yoda and Matsutarō Kawaguchi. Mohei (Kazuo Hasegawa) is the gifted senior clerk in the house of Ishun, a wealthy maker of scrolls and calendars to the imperial court. Osan (Kyōko Kagawa) is Ishun's much younger wife. A misunderstanding about a loan, a servant's gossip, a husband's vanity, and the two are accused. In Edo-period Kyoto, the penalty for adultery was to be paraded through the streets and crucified.

Kazuo Miyagawa (1908-1999) shot it, and anyone who has read my notes on Rashomon or Ugetsu knows what that means. Miyagawa works here in long, gliding takes and a deep, silvery grey scale, the camera tracking the lovers through corridors, across courtyards, into the reeds at the water's edge, never cutting when a movement of the camera will do the work. There is no flashiness in it. The restraint is the point: a society this controlled gets a cinema this controlled, and the few moments where feeling breaks through land all the harder for the stillness around them.

The moment the whole film turns on is small and easy to miss. The pair are in a boat, in flight, and Osan says she would rather die than be parted from Mohei. He, who has loved her in silence for years and assumed it could never be returned, realises what she has just told him. Kagawa lets a smile cross Osan's face, brief and almost frightened, the smile of a woman discovering she is loved in the middle of a sentence of death. Mizoguchi holds it and then moves on. He does not score it heavily or push in. He trusts the actress and the grey light off the lake, and the smile becomes the saddest thing in the film precisely because it is the happiest.

Mizoguchi spent his career on women crushed by the machinery of feudal Japan. The prostitutes of The Life of Oharu, the mother sold into bondage in Sansho the Bailiff, and now Osan, a wife treated as property by a husband whose own conduct is far worse than the crime he accuses her of. What sets The Crucified Lovers slightly apart is its anger at the men in the middle, the clerks and servants and officials who keep the system running because their small comforts depend on it. Ishun is a hypocrite, but the film is just as hard on everyone who knows he is and says nothing.

Mizoguchi had two years left when he made it. The picture has the calm of a director who no longer needs to prove anything about his camera and has turned all of that attention onto a single human face in a boat, discovering too late that it is loved. I cannot think of a colder society filmed with more warmth, or a death sentence that contains, for one held second, so much happiness.

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sources
[1] Le Fanu, Mark. Mizoguchi and Japan. London: BFI Publishing, 2005.
[2] McDonald, Keiko I. Mizoguchi. Boston: Twayne Publishers, 1984.
[3] Sato, Tadao. Currents in Japanese Cinema. Trans. Gregory Barrett. Tokyo: Kodansha International, 1982.
[4] "Kenji Mizoguchi." Senses of Cinema, Great Directors database.