Random Thoughts

I watched this movie some years ago.

The Red Shoes . Michael Powell. 1948. ⚃

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Huh. Is that how they spell 1940 in Spain?

So, this is a movie about watching movies? It’s a very, very popular genre among directors (Cinema Paradiso etc etc).

No, that was a fake-out… doesn’t seem to be about that at all…

I was going to say that this seemed like an outlier among the new movies on the list this year. I think that all the movies I’ve watched so far have been either 1) made by a woman director, or 2) made outside Western Europe/US, or 4) both.

But… there’s only one other Spanish movie on the list, so I guess this is another movie from an underrepresented country?

Hm… half the votes are from the British Isles…

Heh. I like Aki Kaurismäki’s list — only a single movie he voted for made the Sight & Sound top 100s. That’s pretty unique. And I’ve seen very few of these films myself. I think I’ve seen the Buñuel… and I’ve got the Walsh on bluray, but haven’t seen it yet. And everybody’s seen the Chaplin. I’m sure the rest of the films on the list are spiffy, too.

I dunno… This is a pretty good movie, but there’s also something a bit cloying about it. Like the sountrack bit that seemed to come out of nowhere in this scene, coupled with the foley “wind is blowing” throughout. It’s gilding the lily a bit (or doesn’t trust the viewer).

Right:

The film was Erice’s debut and is considered a masterpiece of Spanish cinema.

It has that feel — “a masterpiece of <country> cinema” — which means that it’s inoffensive, sentimental and “”says something deeply meaningful about <country>””. These movies usually suck, but this is kinda good. But not… you know… fantastic.

Of course, this movie the added attraction that it was made during the Franco years, but managed to work around the repressive censorship of the time. That always adds some caché.

El espiritu de la colmena. Víctor Erice. 1973. ⚃

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I watched this movie last year.

The Ascent. Larisa Shepitko. 1977. ⚃

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Hey! It’s a Kurosawa movie without samurais? Hm! I’m wondering whether I’ve seen anything like this before… Yeah, like No Regrets For Our Youth. Which wasn’t particularly good.

I read a tweet the other day that panned some well-liked movie and there was a reply from somebody that said something like “it takes a lot of guts to criticise something so famous”, which just blew my mind. Like… guts how? In my opinion, there’s little point in reiterating a consensus opinion — that’s just tedious. And it’s way scarier to slate something non-famous, because then your (probably wrong) opinion is the only one out there.

So here goes: Kurosawa sucks.

There. I said it. Let the healing begin.

And as usual with Kurosawa, nothing’s particularly wrong about the movie, but everything is solidly pedestrian: The cinematography seems to consist of… well, just having the camera guy take random shots, without much thought for framing or mise-en-scène.

The plot (a guy who is dying from cancer and partying/coming to terms with his wasted life) is a huge cliché.

The acting is as subtle as cement mixer.

So who voted for this?

Mostly younger directors? Huh. (And Martin Scorsese.) And it’s not in the critics’ top 100.

Heh. This is on a list of ten most overrated films at the Telegraph.

Oops! Spoilers! Tsk tsk.

Total pantomime.

If you compare with Ozu’s movies from around the same time (dealing with many of the same themes), this is just embarrassing.

And just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse… it does!

Up until the guy dies (oops spoilers) the movie is tolerable, but then there’s another hour of bureaucrats arguing about stuff, and it’s just distilled tedium. Kurosawa probably meant for this to be a biting commentary of bureaucracy, I guess, but it’s just… awful.

Hey! There’s one single negative review on Rottentomatoes.

The last seven hours of this are risibly awful (⚀), but the first nine hours were just normal dopey stuff (⚂), so let’s even that out to:

生きる. Akira Kurosawa. 1952. ⚁

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