I grew up watching foreigners film Tokyo.
Three modes seemed to emerge onscreen: the foreign filmmaker who goes to Japan as a tourist; the foreign filmmaker who resists being a tourist; and the foreign filmmaker who goes to Japan and doesn’t make a film about foreigners at all.
If this first type of Tokyo film functions as a guidebook, reverential and rote, Chris Marker’s “Sans Soleil” embodies a second type, in which the filmmaker pursues something more than spectacle.
What would it be like, I wondered, to let the Japanese speak in a foreign film about Tokyo?
Kiarostami, in other words, understood that not all outsiders in Tokyo look foreign.