I recently watched Paul Thomas Anderson's Punch-Drunk Love and Yasujiro Ozu's I Was Born, But.... Both were great, though the latter in particular has quickly become one of my all-time favorite films.
With Punch-Drunk Love Anderson does the seemingly impossible and gets a great performance out of Adam Sandler, with the film's glaring light and color, loud, percussive soundtrack, and constant sudden movements and crashes working to reflect and enhance his character's extreme social anxiety and frustration. Also, like most of P.T. Anderson's films, and the reason why I decided to watch this a couple days ago in the first place, the movie contains a fantastic, memorable performance from Philip Seymour Hoffman, creating an indelible and hilarious sleazeball of a character in only a couple brief scenes.
I Was Born, But... is an early silent film from Ozu (Tokyo Story, Late Spring) that out of nowhere absolutely floored me. For most of its running time the film is innocuous enough (the opening intertitle reads "A Picture Book for Grown-Ups") and content to chug along as an incredibly charming, well-observed and surprisingly universal slice-of-life comedy about childhood in the suburbs, telling the story of two elementary school-aged brothers moving to a new neighborhood and dealing with bullies (not to mention doing a little bullying themselves) while their dad tries to suck up to his boss at work. There's also some light social satire, dealing as many Ozu films do with the parallels and conflicts between the social values and rituals of the old and the young (see: the matching tracking shots depicting bored students in class and yawning businessmen at work).
Then later on in the film, within a single shot, the movie turns on a dime and leaps to another level entirely, as the boys are bluntly made aware of social class distinctions and their family's non-ideal place within them. The film transforms into a story about children becoming aware of the unfairness of the world and realizing that their parents are human beings and not superheroes, and about parents struggling to teach their children hard truths without crushing their spirits. And then the movie ends on a note of both weary resignation for the present and sweet, cautious optimism for the future. Like I said, floored.
If nothing else, I Was Born, But... is far and away the most low-key, naturalistic silent film I've ever seen (I didn't even know films of this genre existed in the silent era, let alone that one could be done so well). Other than the obvious occasional intrusion of intertitles (which are impressively few and far between), the movie pretty much just plays out with the rhythms of real life. I was kind of blown away by it.
At 2/6/14 09:24 AM, Natick wrote:
just finished the wire season 5 finale
The fifth season has its problems, but sheeeeeeeiiit, does that finale deliver. What an amazing ending to an amazing show.
I'm just about done with the second (and second-to-last) season of Deadwood now. It's actually nearly as good, though very different obviously.
At 2/6/14 10:48 PM, Darthdenim wrote:
Didn't expect that. I'm curious now.
Yeah I actually really want to see that now. It's got a stacked voice cast and I've always loved Legos so even if the critics are being overly generous (since it's February, when the theaters are mostly a dumping ground for the studios' various embarrassments and failures) how bad could it be.