A pool of blood, decomposed smell in the air, blew up body parts – this isn’t really an everyday job in which you process at the comfort of a 6’ by 6’ cubicle. As a result of her son being kicked out of public school due to a newly developed licking habit, Rose Lorkowski (Amy Adams) was forced to think of a way to put her son in private school. As a single mother not really having any technical skills to show for a resume besides being an ex- head cheerleader, Rose started cleaning up crime scenes in order to raise tuition for her son to go to private school. With the help of her sister, Norah Lorkowski (Emily Blunt), they turned it into a business, Sunshine Cleaning. As she wiped off blood stains and wrapped up broken pieces of others’ lives, she learned to cope with her own.
Geisha, an artist in essence, is a moving art piece. Accompanied by the grace of floral kimono, the artist dances her way into becoming an object of every man’s fantasy. A simple glance, a mere showing of the wrist, every little motion seduces men to offer the highest bidding price just to taste the ripe forbidden fruit. She never forgets who made her who she is. Over a bridge, he bought the teary little girl a sweetened ice cone. He told her she could become a geisha. His handkerchief wiped away the sweet juice on her chin; his smile made her smile. For him, she picked up her fragile life. With the coins he gave her to buy food, she used them to pray in the temple that she can become a geisha and might one day meet him again.
“Every step I have taken has been to bring myself closer to you.”
Sayuri was almost crushed by the evil rival. Seeing Sayuri has become the geisha of the time, jealousy and sadness burned in those lost eyes of the rival amongst the flame. Not only was she deprived of the man she loved because of her status as a geisha, now the rival is on the verge of losing her career. The rival left, disappearing in the silence of the morning fog.
With the white handkerchief hidden close to her heart, she transcended from a village girl sold to a geisha house due to poverty into the legendary geisha Sayuri. Indeed, she had the most powerful men of her days succumb under her charm – they were in the audience, applauding endlessly for her moving performance; they were her clients, waiting to see those blue eyes that melt them with a single look. Yet the man she secretly gave her heart out was out of her reach… Being the best friend of a man who nearly saved his life in a battle, there was no way he could be with her, especially knowing that his best friend was fond of her. As a geisha, love is classified as a luxury item.
“We didn’t become geishas to pursue our destiny.”
“But I want a life that is mine!”
With the outbreak of the war, she was being taken to a kimono house to work, waiting for him days after days, years after years. Routinely she performed her tasks: rise, work, rise, work. Finally, someone came to visit her. She rushed to see, but it wasn’t him; rather, it was his best friend. Yet the visitor brought her back to him. She was weary of her weathered hands, yet both of them looked as if age has never resided on their faces. Not being able to respond to his confession of love, she put on this act. Yet the act failed because Pumpkin’s betrayal; she wanted Sayuri to feel the sensation of losing one’s most precious. Instead, the man Sayuri loves witnessed the act. He left, she couldn’t catch up, nor even had the chance to explain. She tried to get close to him, but now he’s further than she could imagine.
Perhaps some people were never meant to love. On top of the mountain, she let the wind blow away the white handkerchief, blow away the love she has treasured so secretly, yet was torn to pieces right in front of her. Not only her love was blown away in the wind, her soul also went along.
“The heart dies of a slow death. Hope falls off and gradually fades away. Eventually, the heart is concealed.”
She resumed her career as a geisha. Under layers of kimono, she hid the deformed heart. The powdered white mask masked away her pain; those blue pupils contains only neverending heartache; the painted lips artificially colored the silent lips. Sitting by the window, tears rolled down her cheeks. Its warmth is the only thing that can remind her that she is still breathing. Does living matter when life is deprived of a soul?
As she accepted a new client, the man reappeared. Time clarified all of the misunderstanding. They were finally honest with each other. He apologized; he never let her explain. When two people are meant to be together, do they end up in the same spot after all of the turmoil? Is it destiny, or was Lady Luck just happen to grant her pity on this poor geisha? The destiny she wants starts to blossom…
“You are water. Water is powerful. It curves around and creates its own path.”