The cold, artificial promises and deceptions of Neoliberalism and the effect it places on the social order. Emotional detachment in a world driven by capital that disrupts our social nature inevitably breeding despondency, conflict, and degradation. The abusive ex-husband is figuratively speaking, a response to the diaspora and economic solubility of our times in which the social rests beneath the economic on the societal hierarchy. Petzold's formal rigor and precise style perfectly elucidate the thematic intentions of this film, one in which the attempt to find connection or sensuality feels like a fleeting conception in this state of modernity where the body itself has been supplanted by the quest for economic growth. The last film in Christian Petzold's "Ghost trilogy" in many ways is a perfect conclusion.
Astute in its understanding of the confusion and discovery innate to adolescence, I Start Counting is a distinctive foray into the coming of age archetype, one which manages to be perverse yet tender, deploying a formal style deeply rooted in voyeurism. The serial killer plot helps drive aspects of the narrative forward but when you think about it, it largely is regulated to the periphery of this story around this young girl's journey towards psychological and physical discovery. Quite remarkable how generally affecting this film is at conveying this young girl's internal struggle in an empathetic light, particularly when considering how much the film dabbles in taboo - clearly an intentional attempt to shock but more importantly elucidate female sexuality and desire as natural; Which as we all know, is a social stigma still til this day in society. In the end, the narrative text and mystery around the serial killer does pay off but what I Start Counting does subtextually around femininity and sexuality positioned around the Coming of Age motif is far more interesting and essential - a wild movie.
Community rebellion against the state apparatus and the injustice it intrinsically wields through its reliance on force and unbridled authority. Law enforcement merely agents of the state conscripted not for the sake of social order or service but to defend the status quo. The volatility Karnan exudes throughout this film, his polemic tendencies and outbursts of violence, are not spawned out of ego or self-righteousness but an innate desire for the same dignity and opportunity society allows those who aren't born into poverty. The film is grounded in the dirt but takes on a mere mystical quality in its deconstruction of poverty and oppression, exhibiting through its expressive formalism a quality that nears transcendental. Homogeneity an innate desire of the state, which leads to social and economic oppression. The dichotomy the film creates between the elders and the younger generation is quite intriguing, exuding a sense of hope about the future in which youth's unwillingness to accept certain realities could elicit meaningful change. Contemporary Tamil cinema really does seem to be producing some of the most incendiary political texts in world cinema today.
Growing up, Big Trouble In Little China was easily my favorite film, so it comes as no surprise how much I enjoy films like Encounter of the Spooky Kind which delivers a manic concoction of horror, comedy, and martial arts mayhem. Effectively spawning a genre, Encounter of The Spooky Kind deploys such kinetic energy in its formal style and general film grammar which perfectly matches the infectious lead performance by Sammo Hung - one of my favorite comedic performances by him. The escalation of the narrative leads to an absolutely memorable finale and the general voracious appetite the film has for dynamism is just so hard not to love. When you really step back and think about it, Encounter of the Spooky Kind is a story of spousal sabotage and attempted murder, a narrative typically associated with rather dark, dramatic sensibilities, yet the treatment here is imbued with such a proclivity towards comedy and vibrancy that I found the whole thing irresistibly alluring. The final denouement when Hung finally comes face to face with his wife - absolutely hilarious, I was as the kids would say hooting and hollering.
Not as great as I remember but still quite effective, particularly in how it seamlessly oscillates between jovial humor to the moral seriousness of the situation, never undercutting either aspect over the course of its narrative. The comedic sensibilities reinforce the thematic intent - the anarchic outbursts and absurd antics of its lead characters are fueled by frustrations related to institutional, structural, and personal ineptitude - their best-laid plans and noble intentions lead them nowhere in the end. The structural failings of society to deal with such depravity and the psychological agony abject failure places on those, who despite consistent perseverance and obsessive desire, fail. Still remains one of Bong's best, without question, but he has yet to craft a film that I would consider a true masterwork.
How the smallest indiscretions when not accounted for or met head-on progressively escalate into destructive, near-irreparable transgressions. Naruse really never misses when it comes to excavating the underlying pain and sadness that often lurks beneath the veneer of Japan's societal civility. Sudden Rain is a slyly pointed critique of traditional marriage and the subjugation of femininity told through a deeply effective tragedy. Setsuko Hara masterfully exudes the tortured psyche of a woman who does so much for her husband yet receives so little in return. The strength of this woman despite her status is beautifully juxtaposed with her husband, a man that projects strength only to be extremely fragile; a coward whose strength in many ways is predicated through psychological oppression of his wife's own autonomy. There are so many small moments of profound sadness throughout this simple, effective story in which Naruse's precise visual tableaux - particularly his use of blocking, enunciates the underlying sadness and combustibility of this relationship in which love itself simply feels non-existent due to this imbalance of power in their relationship. Yet, through it all Naruse remains hopeful in his denouement, the couple engaging in a volley of an inflatable ball, the repetition back and forth serving as a symbolic device about the symbiotic nature of a relationship, where both parties strengthen each other to keep moving forward in spite of the external obstacles.
Such a strange, infectious film that provokes the audience with moments of barbarism and perversion while managing to still, somehow, feel affectionate towards its characters and their situation - at least, for the most part. Not entirely sure what this film is trying to convey, but Fruit Chan's Hollywood Hong Kong is ripe for such types of subtextual investigations; perhaps it merely wishes to exhibit the conditions of its character in a way that isn't full of mimicry and disdain, providing a platform for its lower-class characters who largely operate in the shadows of contemporary culture with no platform to share their daily struggles. The intersection of a deceitful sex worker, a portly butcher, and a local low-level gangster leads me to think Chan's focus is largely about exhibition, but he does show an interest in capturing the unglamorous conditions of this lifestyle while still viewing these characters largely in an emphatic, humanistic light. Hollywood Hong Kong is unquestionably a distinct experience that has a twisted charm and affection for its unorthodox characters, while stylistically being deeply sensual in its exhibition of flesh - in the end, whether rich or poor, whether oppressed or the oppressor, we are all just flesh, blood, and bone.
Extremely acute in its study of youth and how discovery is intrinsic to experience. The coming of age motif's overabundance in independent cinema can at times be grating to me but Short Vacation deploys such an ethereal approach, one of constant wonder in which the smallest details of life feel revelatory. The importance of friendship and shared experiences is elucidated across this film's casual, organic pacing. The film's grammar is understated yet extremely precise, its formal style, specifically the use of composition is extremely effective in way it purveys the quiet intimacy of these characters, often lingering on certain moments of self-discovery or personal rumination. All of this adds up to effectively project the milieu of carefree adolescence in which the world feels so expansive and doing so in a way in which the naivety intrinsic to youth is not perceived to be pejorative but natural and beautiful. A film that could feel slight to some but it is anything but - I could see myself grading this film significantly higher in time,
Now this is pure, unadulterated cinema at its very core. The film's grammar flows from scene to scene, effortlessly obfuscating the strictures of time to elicit the experience that is desire. A story that when stripped down is as old as time itself - the trials and tribulations of companionship and the complexities of discerning love from lust; Love a continuous process of reflection and work. Shifts from neo-realist beginnings to operatically expressionist, exuding the interiority of passion and desire externally through a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors. I don't know, this movie is so gorgeous and at least Coppola went bankrupt making something this visually stunning, audacious, and emotive. A film that just feels so free from "the rules" of storytelling falsely crafted by industrial cinema; a bonafide work of art.
A deeply sensual melodrama that pulsates with affect and burns with unbridled desire until the aesthetics of violence and conflict take hold. Social constructs and material realities of the flesh have no bearing on the heart despite the material threat they present. What Ratnam achieves with Bombay is just masterful, managing to be deeply affecting and endearing in its melodrama while elucidating the sheer scale of destruction reaped by intolerance. The film's constructions of violence are just as expressive and affecting as its sensual love story, the diametrically opposed nature of love and hate has perhaps never been so poignantly expressed. At its core, Bombay is a film that believes in humankind's proclivities towards empathy and understanding - this is surely a film that is a potent reminder of how great Melodrama can be, a bonafide masterpiece as far as I'm concerned.
Love of all things cinema brought me here.