It was good, from what I could discern. However, I needed to sacrifice this film to the higher power of being rested enough to make it to 3 a.m. yet again tonight. Bits and snatches from a horizontal position on the couch. The assaultive color scheme in the previous film gave way to a beautifully muted tundra palette. There's a big to-do over the Russian-ness of it (obviously, it's entirely in RUSSIAN), but it doesn't seem like that big of a deal to me. Tarkovsky did a Swedish film (The Sacrifice), Woody Allen did a Bergman as well (Interiors). Why can't Kurosawa do something in/from a country so obviously close to his heart? It works on its own merits, even if the theme/plot (the "true man" aka mountain man, aka man of nature, can never feel welcome in "civilized" society) is a bit slight (Herzog did it better with Kaspar Hauser). It's hardly a disgrace, though...I'd dare say it's even worth multiple viewings!
Also, be on the lookout for remote live-blogging from Stiff-Leg regular Geoff, who's watching a remote feed of Kagemusha in Wicker Park. As for the rest of y'all, YOU ARE MISSING SOME SERIOUS SHIT HERE.
No comments:
Post a Comment