Justine Triet’s Oscar-winning Anatomy of a Fall beguiled audiences last winter with one of cinema’s most unforgettable performances. I’m of course talking about Messi, the Border Collie whose believable overdose scene has been called “the greatest acting performance of my life” by Ayo Edebiri. It’s a thrilling debut by an assured rising star who spent the whole award season laughing it up with Hollywood’s biggest names. He even returned to Cannes this year as a reporter, talk about flipping the script. Yes, his future is almost as bright as those blue eyes but, aside from Messi, does Anatomy of a Fall having anything going for it?
Criterion Month Day 27: Saint Omer
We in no way planned it, but it is pretty fun that we’ll be reviewing Saint Omer and Anatomy of a Fall back-to-back today and tomorrow. For whatever reason, these two legal dramas were also two of the biggest arthouse exports from France these last couple years, and having already seen Anatomy, it was hard not to think of it while watching Saint Omer. There are plenty of differences between the two movies, but they also more or less explore the same overall idea that as cold and exacting as the criminal justice system can be, it becomes a lot more complicated when things like love and relationships and motherhood are involved. Continue reading
Criterion Month Day 26: Drive My Car
I take solace in knowing that even among cinephiles, my aversion to three hour movies is not unique. Whatever mental barrier there is that stops me from just watching Criterion movies every night all year long is 10 times stronger when it comes to these big boys. And that’s in spite of the fact that some of my all-time favorite movies being super long! I’m sure right around the time Drive My Car got a limited release I was busy finding ways to justify not watching The Beatles: Get Back every night. So long movies are hard to approach. What I need to remind myself is that, once you’re in there, long movies can suck you into them and you don’t even feel the time anymore. And Ryusuke Hamaguchi is one of the best directors to prove that point.
Criterion Month Day 25: Clouds of Sils Maria
If there was ever a film that felt genetically engineered to play exclusively at European film festivals, it’s Olivier Assayas’ Clouds of Sils Maria. Like, I’m passionate about complex characters in fiction, but not like Juliette Binoche’s Maria. That’s the distance I feel with Maria, an acclaimed film and stage actress, grappling with the defining work of her career and how it relates to her age. I’m not an actor, but I can never imagine becoming so entwined with my art that it feels like torture. That must be why they call them “tortured artists.”
Criterion Month Day 24: Take Out
I used to love Mumblecore films. The idea that you could take a few friends and film an improvised drama or comedy on consumer-grade cameras was inspiring to my younger self. Sean Baker is not part of the mumblecore movement, but he taps into the same part of my brain that loves mumblecore. Baker’s films have the same lo-fi, improvised feel as a mumblecore film. He also uses numerous non-professional actors, often in major roles, but there’s a key difference that not only separates Baker from that movement but also elevates his work above most of those films.
Criterion Month Day 23: Infernal Affairs II
When I found out there was an Infernal Affairs II, my first thought was, “Really? A sequel? Isn’t that like trying to add more water to an already perfect cup of instant noodles?” I mean, the original film wrapped up tighter than a mob boss’s alibi, so I wasn’t exactly sure what more could be said. And after seeing how Martin Scorsese did his American Idol version of the first movie with The Departed, I wasn’t sure how Infernal Affairs II could top that. You know, aside from the fact that Infernal Affairs had already topped it by existing first. But hey, when Andrew Lau Wai-keung and Alan Mak are behind the camera again, you have to give it a shot, right? So, armed with popcorn and skepticism, I dove in.
Criterion Month Day 22: Ratcatcher
Lynne Ramsay’s coming-of-age drama Ratcatcher is the kind of film I hate writing about. Don’t get me wrong—it’s artful and subtle in a way that can only be truly communicated through film. The problem—excuse me, my problem—is that I like to believe a good review provides both questions and answers. Ratcatcher is a film where there are no easy answers, and I’m not even sure what questions I should be asking.
What I mean is that it’s hard for me to tell, scene by scene, what decisions are deliberate and what decisions exist to show the randomness of childhood. Film logic dictates that every scene moves the narrative forward, but here, I just don’t know how. Let’s see if we can find out.