* Help TUBE+ by press the Help TUBE+ by press theWe're sorry, but we could not fulfill your request for /blog/2012/10/01/jiro-dreams-of-sushi/ on this server. An invalid request was received from your browser. This may be caused by a malfunctioning proxy server or browser privacy software. Your technical support key is: 36fe-532e-1756-6707 You can use this key to fix this problem yourself. and be sure to provide the technical support key shown above. The exquisite nigiri slices gleam with freshness, and you do learn about the component parts to the perfect serving of sea eel or gizzard shad. January 8, 2013 | It's torture to watch Jiro Dreams of Sushi -- if you are on an empty stomach. January 7, 2013 | By the time this graceful film is over you understand why Japan has declared the bald, bespectacled Jiro a national treasure. Even if you've never tasted sushi, the man's singleness of purpose will inspire you. April 20, 2012 | Gelb apparently understood that his subject was itself so taking that he wouldn't need filmic embellishments to keep his viewers alert.

Obsessive, we were saying? Oh my, yes, and that's what makes the film so compelling. April 19, 2012 | This documentary strikes a balance between storytelling and food porn that's hard to come by in foodie flicks. Like a proper sushi meal, "Jiro" left me feeling sated, not stuffed. April 12, 2012 | Authorities are now offering a $100k reward for info leading to arrest of Markeith Loyd Orlando is the third worst city in the country for pedestrians GoFundMe set up for family of slain Orlando police sergeant Debra Clayton Both names of same-sex parents will now be allowed on Florida birth certificates 6:49 AM, Wed., January 11 While Republican lawmakers plan gun law expansions, Orlando Democrats and reform advocates push for a ban on assault weapons Music Stories & Interviews West coast hip-hop vet Abstract Rude looks back on his early influences Picks This Week: Dan Siego, Nostalgia Radio Hour, Mad Existence and more Arts Stories & Interviews

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That doesn't happen by luck, or just innate skill. It requires an almost monastic devotion to your chosen field. Jiro Dreams of Sushi is an enthralling look at one person who has made the sacrifices necessary to be the best of the best. yo sushi delivery southamptonDavid Gelb's debut feature focuses on Jiro Ono, an 85-year-old sushi chef who runs Sukiyabashi Jiro, a tiny restaurant -- there are no bathrooms -- that can seat only ten people at a time and serves only sushi. jiro dreams of sushi sub thai onlineNo appetizers, no desserts, just sushi. jiro dreams of sushi 2011 subtitlesPeople spend a minimum of $300 for a meal that lasts less than 30 minutes, and they walk away happy. Internationally recognized as one of the world's greatest sushi chefs, Jiro has focused on his craft at the expense of almost everything else in his life.

At his side is his eldest son Yoshikazu, who is Jiro's loyal second-in-command. Yoshikazu has absorbed all of his father's wisdom and is eager to follow tradition and run the family business, but standing in his way is Jiro himself -- still unable to fathom not doing what he does every single day of his life. Gelb does a spectacular job of presenting Jiro's deep knowledge and skill. We see him go to the market to smell the fresh fish and learn how he networks with fish providers who share his own undiluted pursuit of perfection. As our admiration for Jiro grows, we feel the frustrations of Yoshikazu, although he's too obedient of a son to express them. When we meet Yoshikazu's younger brother, who has left to start his own very successful, though not as beloved, sushi eatery, we expect a fiery sibling rivalry. However, these two men are so very much of their culture, and so very much their father's sons, that any pain and recrimination remains deeply buried. As if this weren't enough material for a fascinating movie, Gelb delivers gorgeous, slow-motion shots of sushi being prepared -- a brush gliding a thin layer of oil atop a perfectly constructed roll -- that make you wish you could taste the screen.

It's almost like 3D for foodies. At one point we learn about the Japanese word umami. It denotes the feeling of experiencing something so overpoweringly wonderful that you reflexively say "aaaaaahhhhhhhh." In a scant 82 minutes, Gelb paints an indelible portrait of a towering man, reveals the layers in his fascinating family, and creates an ode to one of the world's great styles of food. The end result isn't just one of the best films of 2012, documentary or fiction, but a movie worthy of Jiro himself. It's bursting with umami.Jiro Dreams of Sushi is a remarkable act of empathy that’s been made in a direct, succinct manner that’s greatly appropriate to its subject. David Gelb’s documentary is the story of Jiro Ono, an 85-year-old Japanese man widely considered the greatest sushi chef in the world. Beginning his apprenticeship when he was 10, Jiro is now the proprietor of Sukiyabashi Jiro, a sushi restaurant tucked away in a Tokyo subway corner that seats only 10 diners at a time.

Reservations, we learn early on, must be made a month in advance, and a meal, comprised solely of sushi, will run a minimum of 30,000 yin, or $350 at the time of the film’s shooting. Gelb establishes in the first few moments that Jiro is cast from the kind of stern, unyielding mold that characterizes most Westerner’s notions of the old-school Japanese man. Speaking directly to the camera, Jiro tells us that a man must pick his occupation early on, and spend the remainder of his life trying to perfect it. Then we see Jiro in his restaurant, standing straight as a yardstick, inspecting a piece of sushi and advising on the depth of the chef’s slice. Jiro’s opening declaration of a man’s aim informs the entire film. Jiro, who’s in his restaurant at least 15 hours daily, with only a few holidays observed throughout the year, is an artist who isn’t outwardly given to superfluous gesture or existential torment. A person must find their talent and hone it and, after that, do the damn work.

And Gelb, an American, admirably avoids the kind of editorializing that could result from an outsider’s point of reference. Jiro’s thoughts and actions are recorded directly and head on, and we’re allowed, with clarity that’s unusual for an American film, to see the process of someone doing actual day-to-day work. Gelb shows us the picking of the fish and rice from the markets—run by people who are themselves considered to be masters of their craft—that Jiro deems to be worthy of his restaurant. We see the massaging of squid that’s necessary to work it into a desirably edible consistency. Even the rice, an ingredient many take for granted, requires special attention. Once the extensive preparation is complete and the presentation of the food is to commence, we see Jiro’s hands sculpting pieces of fish (this film will make foodies’ mouths water) with a speed and certainty that belie common American notions of the capabilities of a man his age. And the sushi is just a portion of the experience: We see Jiro surveying his diners, adjusting his serving methods to their gender, their speed of eating, as well as to their left- or right-handedness.

An obsession like Jiro’s has a price, of course. Jiro has two sons who are both clearly haunted by their father’s past inattentiveness and unyielding pressure, as well as by his current status as a global legend. Yoshikazu, the eldest, is expected to work under his father until he should, per Japanese custom, assume control of Sukiyabashi Jiro once Jiro retires or dies—a daunting expectation that, given Jiro’s reputation, almost damns Yoshikazu to comparable failure. Takashi, after decades of apprenticeship under Jiro, is granted his father’s blessing to open a more relaxed restaurant of his own that still mirrors Sukiyabashi Jiro. The loving but somewhat strained relationship between Jiro, Yoshikazu, and Takashi is the heart of the film, and it qualifies Gelb’s hero-worship a bit. In many ways, Yoshikazu arises as the tragic hero of Jiro Dreams of Sushi, as he’s a talented, diligent man who probably has the ability to have become a major figure in his own right given differing circumstances.

That Yoshikazu never vocally acknowledges such possibilities, of course, is a testament to both the nature of his culture as well as Gelb’s own decency and tact, though the filmmaker saves a quietly heartbreaking bit for the very end. Michelin’s inspectors, who turned Jiro into a culinary powerhouse when they awarded Sukiyabashi Jiro their coveted three-star rating, are said to have attended the restaurant three times. And Yoshikazu was their chef every time. Director/cinematographer David Gelb has made Jiro Dreams of Sushi in a clean, straightforward style that reflects the pared simplicity of Jiro's own methods. The whites are vibrant, the greens lush, and the sushi itself has been shot from a slight low angle to achieve a quality that feels nearly three-dimensional. The transfer sports a nearly flawless image that honors Gelb's immersive you-are-there approach. The sound mix is nearly as impressive, particularly in terms of preserving the subtlety of the film's soundtrack, which includes shrewdly chosen pieces by Tchaikovsky and Philip Glass.