Midnight Diner has been keeping me company through my past few nocturnal weeks. It is sentimental and sometimes a little somber, but always warm.
Master always says the right thing. And the dynamics between him and the regulars and other customers, and eachother, all feel very natural. Each are so distinct from one another, but the script and the acting still reflects very genuine interactions varied, eclectic handful of people with their own lives and stories sit facing eachother at a very small, square-shaped diner.
Some customers are regulars, some are new.
Each episode satisfies enough and leaves you with something to think about, even though it represents only a page out of each person's story.
There is a tag on this blog called 'bus thoughts'. Sometimes you may hear me ramble a little bit about strangers that we pass by each day; how we never know the complex, vivid stories of each person we rub shoulders with. If these thoughts often occupy your mind like they do mine, you will probably like Midnight Diner, and Midnight Diner: Tokyo Stories.
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