Yeah that was pretty nice. All very Chaplin-esque. (Ye gods–that catsup!) Can’t remember if the scene right before or after it, the street people debate the relative merits of various wines they have had found a sip or two of in bottles found in restaurant disposal bins (Japan probably had recycling even back then, so not in the trash).
I like the scene too where the old man, having been duly chastened to not eat that special glutinous rice flour dessert by his (noticeably much younger) wife who then goes out (shopping?), sits down in the restaurant and orders up that very menu item. The staff of the restaurant has to bust out a shop vac to keep the guy from choking to death. O the hilarity. It’s hard for me not to conjure up that scene every time I have to use a shop vac.
