I tried to learn the trumpet at school and lasted three lessons before it was suggested I “explore other interests.” So I feel a deep kinship with these gloriously useless schoolgirls stumbling their way into jazz. Shinobu Yaguchi made a film that nails the specific, ridiculous thrill of being terrible at something and then, almost by accident, becoming not terrible.
Everything is exaggerated to the nth degree — the incompetence, the mishaps, the sheer chaos of it all — and the film is so much better for it. The ensemble cast is having such a good time that you can’t help but get swept along with them, and Yaguchi never lets the slapstick curdle into smugness. There’s a quiet thread running through it all about finding purpose where you least expect to, and he trusts the audience enough not to underline it.
That final performance is a belter. You know it’s coming, you know exactly how it’ll land, and it still gets you. Brilliant stuff.