The other day, my garden retic didn’t switch on like it should. No worries, sometimes the pump needs priming – but this time, it seemed the problem was electrical, not mechanical. I did a quick masters degree at the University of Google, which qualified me to diagnose the fault as being a 3-phase DOL starter relay switch (whatever that means). So the next day I ring a local electrician, and arrange for him to meet me at home after work – figuring it’ll be a couple of hundred bucks parts and labour for a half hour job, if that. But when he gets there and does some tests, he’s telling me that there’s only two phases running to the switchboard – apparently it’s a problem with the supply of power to the property, so he’s going to have to ring the utility company. Anyway, the utility guy turns up, and says there’s nothing wrong from their end, so it must be a short in the underground cable between the street and the house, and he’s going to have a cut the power to the house and slap me with a rectification notice. Like, no electricity until they’re satisfied the fault is fixed.
So what’s that going to involve? Well, it’s against the law to put a join in a consumer mains line, so we’re going to need to lay a complete new underground cable between the street and the house (and run it up a wall cavity, and connect it to the switchboard, which will need to be rebuilt to get it up to 2019 regulation standards). I want to get the job done as soon as possible, so I offer to dig the trench myself if the sparky’s able to come back tomorrow. He’s ok with that – I’m figuring the trench will be around 8 metres long, and needs to be around 0.8 metre deep – how hard can that be?
For the evening, I scrounged around for as many extension cords as I could find, and plugged them into the an outside socket of a neighbour’s house, so at least we could keep the fridge running, and put the TV on. Not so bad after all … until I’m lying in bed, and thinking about stuff like “hmm, I’m going to have dig under the front wall, and under that concrete path” and “hmm, is that tree going to have to be removed, or will I be able to go around it” and “shit, I don’t even have any proper trenching shovels, how the #@&% am I going to able to this??”. At least I could console myself with the knowledge that it was going to be an unseasonably cool 32 degrees (Celsius, that is) – perfect digging weather!
Anyway, I got the job down, the power company reconnected us, and in honour of the experience, I thought it was time to catch up with …
Survival Family (Shinobu Yaguchi, 2016) opens with a an almost stereotypical, urban Japanese family getting by with the almost standard-issue dysfunction that middle-class families face – Dad is a workaholic who mentally switches off the minute he walks in the door, Mum an unappreciated housewife, and the son and daughter are glued to their devices and almost oblivious to the world outside their similarly self-absorbed peer groups. They’re suddenly put them in the predicament of facing a world without the convenience of electricity – not just the inconvenience of a power blackout, but a world where any form of battery operated device is rendered useless.
At first they try to carry on as well as they can, but as the days drag on, it becomes plain to everyone that living in a city where all the infrastructure that we take for granted – pumps to deliver water to our taps, for example – is simply not a viable option. And so a mass exodus to the country, in search of a land where electricity exists, begins. Of course, our protagonists are hopelessly ill equipped to fend for themselves in this brave new world, but little by little learn the value of human relationships in overcoming life’s obstacles.
There’s something very Japanese in the way that the doomsday scenario is handled, particularly in the first parts of the film – I kept expecting things to devolve into The Lord of the Flies, but the closest things came to that was a few scenes when people forgot their manners and didn’t form an orderly queue! The film itself isn’t nearly as funny or heart-warming as some of Yaguchi’s earlier films, but it’s an amiable entertainment