引用元：田島列島「水は海に向かって流れる」来年6月に実写映画化！主演は広瀬すず
1: 朝一から閉店までφ ★ 2022/11/17(木) 12:31:49.27 ID:Jup7NdRA9.net
2022年11月17日 6:00
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田島列島「水は海に向かって流れる」の実写映画化が決定。主演を広瀬すず、監督を前田哲が担当し、2023年6月に全国公開される。
「水は海に向かって流れる」は、高校進学を機におじさんの家に居候することになった青年・直達と、彼が一緒に暮らす男女を描く物語。直達と同じ家で暮らすことになったどこか冷めたOL・榊千紗との関係を軸に、個性豊かな住人たちとのやり取りが描かれる。別冊少年マガジン（講談社）にて連載され、単行本は全3巻が刊行された。
映画では榊千紗役を広瀬すずが担当。ティザービジュアルではクールな表情を浮かべた広瀬演じる榊の姿が切り取られた。
また特報映像では、劇中の重要なシーンの1つである「ある雨の日の思いがけない出会い」がお目見え。
広瀬演じる榊の不機嫌そうな声と表情、海で美しく映し出される横顔、「俺がいなければ、この人の肩が濡れることはなかったのに」という言葉が映し出された。
田島は主演の広瀬について「えっあのフィルムに愛された女優広瀬すずですか!?とイチ邦画ファンとしちゃ普通に観たい…と思いました」とコメント。
また映画については「印象に残ったのはラストシーンで、脚本を読んだ段階ではわからなかった、音楽も合わさって生まれる映像ならではのエモさ、コレ、漫画じゃ出来ねんだよなあーと思いました」と太鼓判を押している。
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映画「水は海に向かって流れる」
2023年6月TOHOシネマズ 日比谷ほか全国ロードショー
主演：広瀬すず
監督：前田哲
原作：田島列島「水は海に向かって流れる」(講談社「少年マガジンKCDX」刊）
脚本：大島里美
音楽：羽毛田丈史
製作幹事・配給：ハピネットファントム・スタジオ
製作プロダクション：スタジオブルー
製作：映画「水は海に向かって流れる」製作委員会
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2: 名無しさん＠恐縮です 2022/11/17(木) 12:33:08.22 ID:DivX68NX0.net
川のことか？
4: 名無しさん＠恐縮です 2022/11/17(木) 12:35:11.89 ID:GgWXMCRL0.net
広瀬すずだと原作より若干若くないか？
5: 名無しさん＠恐縮です 2022/11/17(木) 12:36:06.19 ID:NiPiIB6j0.net
子供はわかってあげないも映画化されてたなー
見てないけど
16: 名無しさん＠恐縮です 2022/11/17(木) 13:08:58.86 ID:1wot0mTo0.net
>>5
よかったよ
夏に見るのおすすめ
17: 名無しさん＠恐縮です 2022/11/17(木) 13:12:57.77 ID:GcPpApXV0.net
>>5
映画の方を先に観たけど、映画の方が圧倒的に良かったわ
6: 名無しさん＠恐縮です 2022/11/17(木) 12:37:07.28 ID:BcbHwaI50.net
邦画ファンだったのか
7: 名無しさん＠恐縮です 2022/11/17(木) 12:41:55.54 ID:itTuaNrJ0.net
この漫画家好きなんだけど寡作で飯食えてるのか心配なので映画がヒットして原作ももっと売れて欲しい
8: 名無しさん＠恐縮です 2022/11/17(木) 12:44:47.21 ID:z3/febbP0.net
クラファンでウクライナの支援金集めてたけどどうなったんやろ
9: 名無しさん＠恐縮です 2022/11/17(木) 12:47:44.03 ID:7Tx5HOK00.net
こないだの清水の大水害の話？
スズちゃん実家だから心配してただろ
15: 名無しさん＠恐縮です 2022/11/17(木) 13:07:00.81 ID:oyljBVN10.net
別冊少年マガジンでやってたのか…全く覚えてねえ
ちょっと監督で不安やな
18: 名無しさん＠恐縮です 2022/11/17(木) 13:23:42.28 ID:z/E1HqZX0.net
海が走るエンドロールは絶対実写化される
19: 名無しさん＠恐縮です 2022/11/17(木) 13:24:46.30 ID:GcPpApXV0.net
>>18
吉永小百合あたりで？
21: 名無しさん＠恐縮です 2022/11/17(木) 13:40:57.23 ID:7tCyDRlc0.net
あらすじ読んだら主演は青年の方じゃないのか？
“You are grown. Yes. Physically. Yes, my son. But a full man. No! No!” His father, says, sharply. “You have much more to grow, to mature, before you are a man, before you can call yourself. A man.” “Pick it up and smell the crotch.” His dad says.
“You have not fucked, have you, my son? Have you?” His father asks, as he readjusts the cock covered and swelling in his khaki pants. “I thought as much.” The one shower after his workout and practice had been a good start. But the walk home had tired him. But the massaging jets of water caressing across his muscular frame takes the weariness from his bones from this stressful day.
“But you didn’t though, did you, son?” He does not say anything in response to his father as his cock continues pulsing and jumping as the blood engorges his youthful cock more. And more.
He gulps once as his dad mounts more pressure on his balls. Squeezing them. He runs the towel through his curl-filled hair, and down over his chest, where the early signs of his manhood sprout like an uneven crop of hairs across his chest that run down to his furry-pillowed crotch. Where the throbbing from his hard-on springs back as the damp towel whips his erection back and forth with each swipe of the now dampened towel.
His father’s words are what he hears when he erupts. His cum streaming like liquid threads from the pee-hole of his rigid cock. “Do it!” His dad orders.
“You guys jerk off together, these days?” His dad asks, “Back when I was in high school me and several of my friends would jerk-off in our trucks in the parking lot. We were so horny we could barely sit in our seats. You ever do that Garrett?” “See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.”
“What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad. Garrett thinks to himself; he did not wear a jock home from practice. He was ‘going commando.” Is it his older brother’s jock? “Oh, well. “He mumbles to himself as he takes another whiff of the musky scented pouch of the jock.
Garrett resumes the fondling of his cock while he takes long drawn-out whiffs from his sweat, piss and cum stained jockstrap. The one shower after his workout and practice had been a good start. But the walk home had tired him. But the massaging jets of water caressing across his muscular frame takes the weariness from his bones from this stressful day.
The one shower after his workout and practice had been a good start. But the walk home had tired him. But the massaging jets of water caressing across his muscular frame takes the weariness from his bones from this stressful day. “This is what a man looks like, son.” His father says as his pants fall to the floor. From his waist out pops his representation of a 40-year-old-man. And father of two teenage boys. His cock.
“You lettin’ the beard grow on your face, I see, son?” His father asks him, as his head bumps up under the chin of his towering son. “You guys jerk off together, these days?” His dad asks, “Back when I was in high school me and several of my friends would jerk-off in our trucks in the parking lot. We were so horny we could barely sit in our seats. You ever do that Garrett?”
“I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.” His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid.
He dries himself but his throbbing cock continues to pulse as it grows harder because of his youth. The sensation intensifies. The feeling is wonderful. He can hear his cock throbbing in his ears. “That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway.
“And you did it with that. Your boner?” His dad asks. “I guess.” “But you didn’t though, did you, son?”
He does not answer but tilts his head down in an almost subservient nature to his father. Exactly a week after, daddy texted me with a different tone saying, “ get your ass ready tonight cause daddy is coming to your place tonight.” He was usually really sweet and nice, I was shot when I got the message. But automatically I said, “ yes daddy!” I guess I am a slutty whore for him right at the beginning as I knew my place where is always going to be inferior.
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I was surprised He wasn’t angry. He said,” boy you wait here, I am going to the bathroom.” He closed the door. He must sit on the toilet with pants down because I heard him losing the belt but didn’t hear him peeing. After a while, he called my name,” get in here ass sniffing slut.” I opened the door and crawled to the side of daddy. Daddy was still sitting on the toilet. . Just when I was confused why he sat that and did nothing. He stood up and pulled his pants up. I did take a peep of daddy’s huge uncut Middle Eastern dick. Half hard like 7inches already. While he was doing that, he grabbed my hair pushed right into the toilet, and closed the lid. “ smell my ass from there boy when it is still fresh.” He paused and continued, “ Don’t move.” “Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad.
The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze. Garrett can see what his father is doing, unconsciously his hands moves to his cock. He strokes the length of his tool with his left hand while he teases the blistering red crown with the fingertips of his right hand. The lightning of his cool fingertips sends sparks through every nerve in his body.
“Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock. “I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.”
“You lettin’ the beard grow on your face, I see, son?” His father asks him, as his head bumps up under the chin of his towering son. “You lettin’ the beard grow on your face, I see, son?” His father asks him, as his head bumps up under the chin of his towering son.
The now lukewarm water streams through the curls of his hair rinsing away the last vestiges of the soapy lather. It all goes down the drain in a swirl of bubbles. “And you did it with that. Your boner?” His dad asks. “I guess.”
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Garrett can see what his father is doing, unconsciously his hands moves to his cock. He strokes the length of his tool with his left hand while he teases the blistering red crown with the fingertips of his right hand. The lightning of his cool fingertips sends sparks through every nerve in his body. He reaches for and cups the wiggling low hangers of his teenage son.
“Do it!” His dad orders. He does not say anything in response to his father as his cock continues pulsing and jumping as the blood engorges his youthful cock more. And more.
The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze. I was surprised He wasn’t angry. He said,” boy you wait here, I am going to the bathroom.” He closed the door. He must sit on the toilet with pants down because I heard him losing the belt but didn’t hear him peeing. After a while, he called my name,” get in here ass sniffing slut.” I opened the door and crawled to the side of daddy. Daddy was still sitting on the toilet. . Just when I was confused why he sat that and did nothing. He stood up and pulled his pants up. I did take a peep of daddy’s huge uncut Middle Eastern dick. Half hard like 7inches already. While he was doing that, he grabbed my hair pushed right into the toilet, and closed the lid. “ smell my ass from there boy when it is still fresh.” He paused and continued, “ Don’t move.”
“I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.” “That’s it! That’s it! That’s it!” His father bellows.
His father kicks the shoes from his feet and slides his khaki pants off, while still holding, the resistant nut-sac of his virile son in his right hand. He is now as naked as his 17-year-old son. “Yes, sir.” He says as he straightens up, standing erect as his member pulses to life between his legs, and in his father’s right hand, which are firmly locked on his balls. “Yes, sir, I do.”
“FUCK! FUCK!” He says, as he loosens the tightened grip on his fleshy-red-tool, while it throbs with its life-giving blood coursing through its many vein-filled region. His father strokes his own cock in the shower, the dew from his cock mixes with the drops condensing on the glass.
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“Yes! Yes! I know you understand.” His father proudly exclaims. His father kicks the shoes from his feet and slides his khaki pants off, while still holding, the resistant nut-sac of his virile son in his right hand. He is now as naked as his 17-year-old son.
“I don’t wanna jack-off, dad.” He says flabbergasted to his dad as he turns off the tap to the hot and chilly water in the shower. His father’s words are what he hears when he erupts. His cum streaming like liquid threads from the pee-hole of his rigid cock.
“I don’t wanna jack-off, dad.” He says flabbergasted to his dad as he turns off the tap to the hot and chilly water in the shower. He dries himself but his throbbing cock continues to pulse as it grows harder because of his youth. The sensation intensifies. The feeling is wonderful. He can hear his cock throbbing in his ears.
“You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says. “Pick it up and smell the crotch.” His dad says.
“You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says. He does not hear the slamming of the front door. Neither does he hear the footsteps on the wood floor in the hallway. The shower drowns away all this noise.
“Yes! Yes! I know you understand.” His father proudly exclaims. He reaches and lets his hand glide over his swelled cock. Tickling the head of his bulbous cock with his rough fingertips which sends electric sparks through him and down to his toes.
“That your jockstrap on the floor next to you, son?” His dad asks. “And you did it with that. Your boner?” His dad asks. “I guess.”
“Yeah.” He answers his dad. “…and I was ‘going commando’ too.” “Let me get in there, Garrett.” His father says, as his son steps aside so he can get into the shower enclosure.
“That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway. His father’s words are what he hears when he erupts. His cum streaming like liquid threads from the pee-hole of his rigid cock.
His dad’s cock does not curve like that of his son, it angles like a fishing rod looking for fish under rushing river waters, from the deep furry patch between the father’s legs. “Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock.
Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat. “Lookin’ good, son. Lookin’ good.” His dad says over the stream of the warm cleansing water as it caresses his mature man body.
“What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face. “My hard-on. Somewhat. But I have them all the time. You know that. You’ve made enough comments about me sportin’ boners in the morning when you see them at breakfast.”
His father loosens his grip on the full balls of his son as he stands. He can see the spurts of hair that dot the chest of his son. And he can see the heaving and gentle rise and fall of his son’s chest, as he breathes, as his excitement builds. He runs the towel through his curl-filled hair, and down over his chest, where the early signs of his manhood sprout like an uneven crop of hairs across his chest that run down to his furry-pillowed crotch. Where the throbbing from his hard-on springs back as the damp towel whips his erection back and forth with each swipe of the now dampened towel.
He runs the towel through his curl-filled hair, and down over his chest, where the early signs of his manhood sprout like an uneven crop of hairs across his chest that run down to his furry-pillowed crotch. Where the throbbing from his hard-on springs back as the damp towel whips his erection back and forth with each swipe of the now dampened towel. “I managed to lift nearly two hundred today. I believe.” He explains. “But I strained a lot to do it. I was moaning. Groaning.”
He gulps once as his dad mounts more pressure on his balls. Squeezing them. The one shower after his workout and practice had been a good start. But the walk home had tired him. But the massaging jets of water caressing across his muscular frame takes the weariness from his bones from this stressful day.
“You guys jerk off together, these days?” His dad asks, “Back when I was in high school me and several of my friends would jerk-off in our trucks in the parking lot. We were so horny we could barely sit in our seats. You ever do that Garrett?” “You lettin’ the beard grow on your face, I see, son?” His father asks him, as his head bumps up under the chin of his towering son.
He looks down. And then smiles at his dad. “I knew ya couldn’t keep your hands off it.” His dad says. “Men can’t do it, we are drawn to our cocks, like a moth to a flame, and usually that burning sensation that a man feels is the cum boiling up in our balls. You know that feelin’ doncha son?”
The pre-cum leaks, like a babbling brook, from the boy’s erect and pulsing cock, depositing its tiny droplets of juice onto the arm-hairs of his proud father. His father squeezes the nuts of his son, tighter and tighter, releasing more of the youthful essence. “I managed to lift nearly two hundred today. I believe.” He explains. “But I strained a lot to do it. I was moaning. Groaning.”