Woman in the Dunes (alternatively translated as Woman of the Dunes), or Suna no onna is a film by director Teshigahara Hiroshi, based on a novel of the same name by Abe Kobo. The film was released in 1964, and starred Okada Eiji and Kishida Kyoko. The film has a bit of a surrealist, almost experimental feel to it, due in part to the cinematography, music, and editing, and in part simply to the bizarre plotline.
Okada Eiji plays a teacher and an amateur entomologist named Niki Junpei, who has gone on a short vacation to search for various insects (as entomologists are wont to do). He travels to a remote area consisting geographically of sand dunes and nothing else, where he finds several bugs, which I suppose would be exciting for him, and seems to have himself a generally pleasant time. As it gets late, he is approached by a local man, who informs Junpei that the last bus has already left town (whether or not this is actually the case is never confirmed), but that he is welcome to stay with someone in the village. Junpei eagerly accepts the offer, and is taken to a strange and somewhat ominous home. The foreboding feeling of the house is no doubt inspired by the fact that, despite it being bright outside, the home is completely dark. And in a giant pit. Junpei climbs cautiously down a precarious rope ladder as the locals above assure him that it is customary and normal “out here in the boonies.” Inside, he finds an incredibly friendly woman who cooks him a meal for which he seems ungrateful and explains that the sand everywhere is also normal and to be expected. The woman reveals that she is a widow–her husband and daughter were killed in a sand avalanche. This sand is really a problem. Several more portentous things then occur; the locals come to drop off a bundle of tools for “the helper”, in reference to Junpei. He is a bit taken aback, but the widow assures him that it means nothing and scurries off to collect the tools. When Junpei asks if he can take a bath, the widow replies that yes he can, but in a few days, at which he explains that he won’t be staying that long. The widow again plays it cool, but when Junpei offers to help her with some manual labor later, she turns him down, saying, “No, not on the first day.” Junpei repeats that he is only staying the night, and the widow says nothing. Something is clearly afoot. In the morning, Junpei returns to the spot where he had climbed into the pit, only to find that the rope ladder has been removed. Unhappy, he demands that he be let go as he has places to be, and discovers that he has been trapped so that he can assist the widow in the tedious and tiresome work of putting sand into buckets for the town to sell, and also to prevent their home and themselves from succumbing to the flowing wall of sand. Junpei is not happy. He throws a fit and holds the woman hostage, but when water is withheld he is forced to give it up. Trapped alone and at the mercy of the town together, the woman and Junpei form a very sandy sexual relationship. Junpei continues to try different methods of retaliation or escape, but they are continually thwarted, and he must eventually attempt to come to terms with his situation.
There are many long stretches of silence in Woman in the Dunes, but when music is present, it is an eerie, screeching sound, or often, as everything else in the film, sand-related. The sound of little grains of sand sifting around deafeningly, louder than any sand rightfully should sift, is often overlaid over dramatic moments in the film, adding to the presence of the sand as almost a separate character, always there and always causing trouble. As Junpei first realizes that the rope ladder is gone, a baleful, low, moaning sound warns the audience that it is not accidental, as they had no doubt already expected. Upon realizing he has been trapped, the music picks up a higher-pitched screech, and the house begins to shake as the sand on the walls of the pit comes rolling in. The sound reaches a deafening and uncomfortable level of pitch and volume as the audience is shown images of the tumbling, unending sand, inspiring panic and making the audience feel physically unpleasant. The ominous low rumble comes back when Junpei attempts to scale the wall, an obviously futile activity. As he flounders about in the sand, desperately panting and flailing his appendages in a vain attempt to scale the ever-shifting wall of the pit, the sand cracks and falls and the music once again picks up the discomforting high-pitched wail. The notes climbing higher and higher seem in parts to correspond with the levels of falling sand.
Initially, the close-ups of the bugs and the sand seem almost comforting; a reminder of the excitement and pleasure of being young and explorative, the sensation of sand between your fingers and a hyper-attentive eye for treasures you might find in it. In the beginning of the film, sand is still your friend. Slightly more overwhelming than you remembered, maybe, but that feeling can be attributed to the sheer volume of sand there is out on these dunes. It’s like Tatooine. A touch of the sinister perhaps, but that might have just been the harsh opening credits and spooky music in the first few seconds. For several minutes near the beginning, there is nothing but silence, and sand. It may have just been a personal interpretation, but for those several minutes, I was the curious young adventurer I was at age five, looking way too closely at a caterpillar at the beach, which is (for the moment), Junpei’s outlook on sand as well. Things quickly get worse, however, and the constant close-ups of sand on hands, sand on faces, sand in hair and on backs, exacerbate the claustrophobic feeling of the pit, and the overwhelming feeling of the sand. The sand is obviously a large force. It has become their worldview, with only a small sliver of sky to taunt them from above, but it is when the sand is shown so intimately, mixed in with their sweat and gritty against the pores of their skin, that the true discomfort begins. Junpei and the widow are rationed water, so water plays a significant role in their lives, as one of the central ways in which they are controlled and baited by the townspeople. We are constantly shown extreme close-ups of sweat on skin, and at one point, the importance of it is highlighted by several shots where the entire screen is filled with only one drop of water that slowly forms and then falls, huge and glistening. Because of how dark it is inside the house, unless they are outdoors, the sweat and the thirst are the most powerful means of conveying the sensation of excruciating heat.
This film grips an audience with a claustrophobic, tense, fear of sand: such an unassuming and innocent-seeming force. “This is futile.” Junpei cries, “If it wanted to… the sand could swallow up cities, even entire countries. Did you know that? A Roman town called Sabrata, and that one in The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, both completely buried under particles an eighth of a millimeter wide. You can’t fight it. It’s hopeless!” And watching Woman in the Dunes, for the first time in my life, I really do feel that way. About sand.