Sunday, August 28, 2011

August 28: Yojimbo/Yôjinbô (1961 -- Akira Kurosawa)

★★★
This is my second time around with this Kurosawa film, too, and I still don’t see what everyone else does in it.  I get that Kurosawa adapts the conventions of the western into a Japanese context here, and I get that the movie is technically great. 

But I still don’t respond to it the way that so many critics do.  I find it clever – shots like the low-angle ones with architecture or the bell in the background are citations from so many westerns.  And the dusty street scenes shot from behind one group looking out the other, a classic shoot-out composition albeit using guys with swords and wearing Japanese clothes.  But I find this kind of cinematic borrowing more clever than insightful or creative.  Films like Yojimbo remind me of Quentin Tarantino’s approach to film; appropriate some distinctive film flourishes from an external source (Asian B-movies on Tarantino’s part; the Western on Kurosawa’s) and then put the borrowings together skillfully so the cinematic elements make some sense to the target audience.  This citation/appropriation, to me, never rises much above “clever.”

Of course there are Kurosawa touches here that are unique to him: there’s Lady Macbeth in the character of Seibei’s wife, and there’s the humanity at the center of so much of what I like about Kurosawa.  Yojimbo offers Sanjuro’s pity for the plight of the kidnapped mother as well as the endearing figures of the restaurant owner and coffin maker.  And Toshiro Mifune puts in another amazing performance here, too.

But these touches don’t make Yojimbo for me.  Maybe I have a limited sense of humor, but the horns and 60s flourishes of the soundtrack are unnecessarily heavy-handed intrusions to me, the drum roll behind a comedy routine, and the comedy often seems based in traditions or cultural values that are too distant for me to sense and respond to. 

So although Yojimbo was a hugely influential film in popular culture, I think I’d put my money on films like Throne of Blood and High and Low.


August 27: The Tree (2010 -- Julie Bertuccelli)

★★★

The French have a knack for truth in their psychological dramas that escapes our Hollywood.  We can usually manage cinema clichés and less-than-full characters when we do dramas here, and those dramas touch us, but whenever I head into a French drama, I know I’m going to be in the presence of truth.  And that I'm going to squirm.

I squirmed in The Tree.  There is a group of middling-aged French actresses who seem to fear nothing, and this film adds Charlotte Gainsbourg to that list.  Her Dawn O’Neil suffers through her grief so intensely that I feared for her children as she failed to cope; scenes like the one in the kitchen were almost suffocating.  The children, too, cope with their grief in ways that only show their pain to those of us watching.  The Tree doesn’t explain to us what’s happening in the children’s minds, but we watch their actions and understand that they’re coming from intense pain and loss.  Here, too, the French excel at showing the emotions of children.  This film has the best evocation I’ve seen of grief in a child since 1996’s moving Ponette.

Julie Bertuccelli also does a fine job of using Australia as a perfect environment for her characters’ grief, too.  Australia hasn’t looked this oppressive, unforgiving and harsh since Animal Kingdom.  It’s the perfect location for unmitigated emotional pain.

Unfortunately, other elements of The Tree don’t support the heavy lifting that the cast and setting do.  There are heavy-handed plot moments, like when Daddy-tree drops a bough on mommy’s bed after she’s been out on a date.  Or when the new boyfriend drips over Daddy-tree’s root.  Or when we get a one-dimensional secondary character like the arch villainess who lives next door.  Lapses like these undermine the other great efforts here.

Still, The Tree has truth in it, and it’s always a great experience to recognize that in a dark cinema.