This week’s movie recommendation doesn’t neatlyÂ qualify as a documentary — butÂ then again, I struggle to call it anything else.Â Cutie and the Boxer, directed by Zachary Heinzerling, tells the story of the wedded Japanese avant-garde artists Ushio and Noriko Shinohara. The film intermittently departs from the traditional documentary format and veers toward something that more closely resembles a storyboard narrative that drawsÂ on the aesthetic found in the artistsâ€™ works. The final product moves seamlesslyÂ between biographical exposition and artistic exhibition.
For those in the knowâ€”no, I confess Iâ€™m certainly notâ€”Ushio Shinohara rose to prominence in the late â€˜60s as one of the leading figures at the vanguard of â€œjunk art.â€ By applying bright, garish colors to found objects like cardboard and plastic bottles and discarded engine parts, Ushio (nicknamed â€œGyu-Shanâ€) created enormous, colorful, and vibrant sculptures and paintings that offered commentary on traditional tropes of American beauty.
For decades, his work has been associated with two especially popular artworks in particular. The first is a set of motorcycles that range in size from massive pieces requiring a U-Haul for installation at theÂ gallery, to miniature designs that fit comfortably inside a suitcase. They are fashioned from cardboard and trash, and then flimsily glued and taped together. The second is a set of enormous paintings from which he receives the nickname appearing in the title of the film: he attaches paint-loaded sponges to a set of boxing gloves and punches color onto a canvas until exhaustion deprives him of the energy to continue. His artwork doesnâ€™t have much of the charm of sprezzaturaâ€”it is, after all, unquestionably effortfulâ€”but there is a deliberate appearance of nonchalance or thoughtlessness in its method.
Noriko is a fine artist in her own right. She unexpectedly found herself living with Gyu-Shan after becoming so enamored with his work that she was first his student, then his lover, then his moneylender, and then his wife. At every stage, her own work has fallen to the side as the couple enabled his career. She has processed this sacrifice through her art, which takes the form of beautiful child-like storylines dealing with the protagonist â€˜Cutieâ€™â€”a loosely veiled fictionalization of Norikoâ€™s own lifeâ€”struggling against the pains of obscurity, embarrassment, and shame.
Yet, for all of the mutual discomfort at Gyu-Shanâ€™s greater success, itâ€™s always him who seems to suffer, not her. She is able to find contentment in the little thingsâ€”dance lessons, a sparsely prepared meal, the inferior display room in an art galleryâ€”moreover, the tension between them is told through her eyes and imagination, not his.
Their relationship therefore makes it difficult to empathize with Gyu-Shan. He routinely overlooks her accomplishments, and he is too self-absorbed to understand or acknowledge the tremendous effort and patience she pours into her care for him. This prompts her to respond at one point, when asked what itâ€™s like to live with another artist, to compare her existence with Gyu-Shan to two flowers in a pot, one depriving the other of nutrientsâ€”but on a good day, itâ€™s still a beautiful thing to see two flowers living side by side. She tells this to a stranger, in a room adorned with art representing her inner imagination desperately pushing her husband away with the words â€œLeave me to my freedom!â€ Itâ€™s heart-wrenching.
In the final blush, Noriko and Gyu-Shan appear happy together. They take admirable pleasure in the mischief of their lives and art, but the joy is bittersweet. For the viewer, itâ€™s clear that thereâ€™s something so unsustainable about the lifestyle of an artist, responsible for creating something real without ever really knowing whether the efforts will be â€˜worth itâ€™ in the hoped-for sense. Itâ€™s not until the film has almost concluded, for example, that weâ€™re provided a full view into the damage wrought by Gyu-Shanâ€™s alcoholism and devotion to his art. These breakdowns have taken their toll on the whole family, and have doubtless been re-enacted countless times since.
While watching Cutie and the Boxer, I was reminded of 20,000 Days on Earth (reviewed here), which is another superb documentary of an artistâ€™s method that succeeds despite being neither a documentary, nor a revelation about the artistâ€™s method. Instead, itâ€™s a fascinating, moving, and memorable film that will stick with you even if you have no interest in the artist or their work.