Feel like I am the only person keeping the smd going lately lol, have the rest of yous not been watching any films
Yeah... I've drifted from the proper path. I just don't have the same inclination to bombard the SMD with mega-posts anymore, especially with me as the SMC president and all.... except today! So here are some movies I watched fairly recently and can... kind of remember having an opinion on.
The Grandmaster: Wow what a steaming piece of garbage this movie was! From time-to-time I always feel like checking out Kar-Wai Wong stuff like
Chungking Express or
In the Mood for Love and then I see a crap-tacular movie like this and wonder if he's all hype? I don't think I've ever seen a movie fail so grievously by taking itself so ultra-seriously as this one. Every sentence is this ultra-eloquent pseudo-bullshit, every moment this super-hyped gala-event. Yeah, the movie is pretty... I guess. But it all works into a whole heap of nothing since it prevents me from getting invested in the story being told. What is presented is so uber-stylized and scatterbrained that it's impossible to follow with any interest. The best I can figure is that the director worked so hard at making every moment uber-epic and uber-important so that we were supposed to feel some sort of mythological awe towards these characters?
Honestly... this is perhaps one of the most disappointing movies I've ever seen.
On the not disappointing end, I watched
Sunrise. Didn't expect such a love story from a movie that begins with a man trying to kill his wife because he lusts after another woman! Kinda fucked up... The movie sort of jarred for having such a big climax mid-way through (the husband and wife re-falling in love with each other). But overall, the movie is just told with so much visual flair, pathos and comedy that it's easy to get seduced by it.
Broke into the Ozu filmography with
Early Summer. Sort of what I expected. A family conflict between generations with said conflict always simmering under the surface. But really well done! The way Ozu just dropped that homosexual angle out of nowhere was really seamless and unexpected, the sort of revelation that makes you reinterpret everything you've seen up until that point (honestly, she seemed more asexual but hey, it was the 50's). Also, Satsuko Hara is one big charm ball.
The next piece of evidence in my Edward G. Robbinson is awesome case was
The Red House (1947). One of those movies that just blindside you in what it's offering. On the surface-plot level, you have a horror movie with some really ur-typical tropes being played (haunted house in an evil forest with a shifty forest ranged and a pair of saint/seductress women and everything). However... the movie's atmosphere is nothing at all like a horror movie, more like a regular drama despite all the horror-stuff that keeps happening. This creates a really jostling mode where you're going back-and-forth on whatever there is something supernatural is happening or not, and the movie really delves into that line of questioning. One of those random rank-and-file movies from classical Hollywood that surprises you at how good it is. Did I forget to mention that Robbinson is great as the limping patriarch who keeps pestering the kids not to go into his forest? Oh shit I started by saying that!
Fuck everyone, I liked De Palma's
The Black Dahlia! (2007). It has some major plot-issues, but darnit, De Palma just makes his movies pretty! Sometimes you just got to lean back and enjoy the style. One event stands out in my memory. When the protagonist gets knocked out with a blow from behind, the camera suddenly takes on a distorted fish-eyed lens before fully going black (as opposed to just blackening from the get go). It's such an intuitive way of depicting a Knock Out yet I've never seen it before! Well done De Palma.
The Lives of Others (2006). Just a classically great, heartfelt drama set in Soviet East Germany. Very basic emotions at play, like love and a desire to be free, but done very earnestly.
Didn't like
Legends of the Fall (1994). The basic problem was just that it tried to feel like an epic story across time yet never nailed the sensation of actually transitioning through time. The protagonists leave home for half-a-decade and to the characters, his return is supposed to feel like a momentous occasion... but to the viewer, it's just a cut of the edit. Different eras just feel like a window-dressing instead of a transition into a new period.
In other news, I kickstarted my Bergman jihad with some baby-steps into his ouvere.
Dreams (weird that they didn't go with the Swedish title which is Woman Dreams) was pretty mediocre. Some of the drama worked well enough but it's one of those movies that doesn't really feel like they mean something more than what is on the screen. So some old rich guy misses his wife and starts pampering a model to relive his youth? So some woman still loves her ex-boyfriend even though he's married. Like... okay?
Wolf Hour was better but gave of the big impression of being major missed potential. A large part of the problem is that the protagonist's central anxiety is kind of whiny. He hates that these decadent, unpleasant aristocrats "own a piece of him" by having purchased his art. They are cannibals, because they eat his soul which is his art, not recognizing the art for what it is and instead just seeing it as another possession they greedily covet. Like... this doesn't really sound like that big an issue to me. I get that it can be frustrating and all... but this is really the wrong story for such a theme. The terrors and visions (which are more interesting) just fail to gain any momentum in all this claptrap. Liv Ullman's quasi-Norwegian accent was also baffling for me (which she used for this movie, even though she speaks perfect Swedish).
Through the Glass Darkly was more the sort of heavy-hitting stuff I would expect out of Bergman. Much more prescient themes about how you mentally approach a loved-on going insane, and the anxiety of insanity and religious visions intermingling. The way these experiences leads up to the final conversation between the father and Minus and their subsequent "connection" was really impactful. Though I find it kind of funny that when Bergman wanted to represent ultimate spiritual evil... he basically went the Tolkien/Steven King-route and made it a really scary spider.
Lastly... who the hell names their kid Minus? Seriously, Minus? As in subtraction? Weird.