Akira Caprasawa
Well, that's it in a nutshell. Being 1950, I know the American censors made it hell for Japanese filmmakers to express themselves even if there weren't latent grumbling or anti-western sentiment, but the western influence and American references herein almost pander to America audiences as if this were pre-destined to play on US screens. The only thing missing is definitive evidence that Ichirô and Miyako develop a romantic relationship after all (Although, from a western perspective, her interest in him, and his refusal to sell the painting infers one will develop)
It's enjoyable, but has a cloying American vibe that smacks of propaganda.