Movies Of The Year: 1952

It’s been over three months (one crazy summer), but we’re back to the countdown. Lots of great films from this year, with no really bad ones.

19. Ivanhoe
18. The Marrying Kind
17. Clash By Night
16. Angel Face
15. The Bad And The Beautiful
14. High Noon
13. The Narrow Margin
12. Monkey Business
11. The Big Sky

10. Rancho Notorious – Fritz Lang’s colorful Western starring Marlene Dietrich as the owner of the eponymous ranch, a hideout for all kinds of outlaws on the run. A man’s fiancee is killed in a bank robbery, and he hunts the killers to the ranch and goes undercover to discover which of them actually did the killing. As always when Marlene Dietrich is key to the plot, love complicates things. Most of the performances are good, the Technicolors are really stunning, but the hero isn’t especially interesting: Arthur Kennedy’s pretty lame in the lead role. Bardot digs it, but Lang prefers M.

9. The Life Of Oharu – Another of Mizoguchi’s films about how horrible it is to be a woman in medieval Japan. Oharu’s the daughter of a high-ranking samurai who’s love life leads her into scandal after scandal as she’s repeatedly screwed by society on her way all the way down the social ladder. Like every Mizoguchi film I’ve seen, it’s beautiful and heartbreaking, but it’s also so so depressing. The piling on of every kind of anti-female evil possible in society onto the life of one character makes her a political statement instead of an actual human.

8. Europa 51 – Another woman gets screwed by society, this time it’s Ingrid Bergman directed by Roberto Rossellini. After her son dies, a high society woman becomes obsessed with helping the poor and unfortunate. Her family then, quite naturally, has her committed to an insane asylum, making her some kind of martyr. The dark comedy of the premise (almost Buñuelian, see Viridiana) both tempers and makes more moving the saintliness of Bergman’s performance and the religious ways Rossellini photographs her.

7. On Dangerous Ground – Nicholas Ray’s terrific pseudo-noir sneaks up on you. It starts in an urban nightmare world as cop Robert Ryan works dangerously close to the edge of psychotic fascism. His superiors send him off to solve a crime in the country after he’s pummeled one suspect too many, where he meets a blind girl (Ida Lupino, who may have directed some of the film while Ray was ill) who humanizes him. Turns out her brother is the #1 suspect for the murder of a young girl. Ryan and Lupino are at their best, and Ward Bond gives a fine performance as the dead girl’s revenge-minded father. The photography, both of the city and the snowbound country is noir at its finest.

6. Bend Of The River – Jimmy Stewart-Anthony Mann Western about a reformed outlaw who guides a wagon train from Missouri to Oregon. They meet up with another outlaw Arthur Kennedy) along the way, who helps out until they get to Portland. As winter comes on, the gold crazy townfolk try to extort the poor settlers (selling food at jacked up prices, etc). Stewart and Kennedy steal the supplies, but on the way back Kennedy steals them again and tries to sell them to a mining camp, leaving Stewart for dead. So Stewart’s got to defeat him, get the supplies to the starving farmers all while maintaining his newfound morality. Like with all their Westerns, Mann’s terrific at bringing out the hard edges in Stewart: he’s always convincing as a man struggling to not be violent. The scene where he finally snaps is one of the great scenes in the career of arguably the greatest actor in film history.

5. Othello – Orson Welles’s terrific adaptation of the Shakspeare play, made under the adverse conditions that plagues him most of his career. The famous anecdote is that the proper costumes didn’t arrive, so he moved a scene to a Turkish bath so the actors only had to wear towels. Where Olivier’s Shakespeare films are formalized recitations of “great works” with little feeling, life, or cinematic style, Welles’s are exactly the opposite. With a dark noir style and naturalistic acting, Welles gets the terrible emotions at the heart of all great Shakespeare. An Olivier Othello would be an unspeakable travesty. I think I prefer Welles’s pitch black Macbeth, and the brilliant Chimes at Midnight over either, but this is still terrific.

4. Limelight – An aging Charlie Chaplin plays a retired vaudeville performer who everyone’s forgotten. When his young neighbor (Claire Bloom) tries to kill herself, he nurses her back to health and teaches her that life’s worth living. He helps her ballet career, and eventually she helps him get back on stage, where he does a reunion show with Buster Keaton. Sincere, poignant, wise and often funny, it, along with City Lights, is maybe the best example of Chaplin’s unique ability to be sentimental without being maudlin. It also may be the finest performance of his career.

3. The Quiet Man – John Ford’s Technicolor Valentine to the mythical Ireland of the imagination of the child of immigrants. A lightly comic romance about an American prizefighter (John Wayne) who has sworn of violence returning to his family home and courting the saucy redhead next door (Maureen O’Hara). O’Hara’s brother, the bulging Victor McLaglen, is the big man around town who doesn’t much like Wayne, and refuses to pay O’Hara’s dowery. So Wayne stuck with a petulant money-hungry wife who won’t sleep with him and a brother-in-law who wants to fight him. The film climaxes with on of film’s greatest comic fight sequences, with the whole town cheering the two on. It’s all very silly, stereotypical, and more than a little misogynist (one of my favorite parts is when a little old lady gives Wayne a stick with which to beat the independent O’Hara). But above all the film is beautiful shots of an idealized Ireland, bright primary greens and reds, terribly romantic and always good-humored and joyous.

2. Ikiru – Possibly the best of Akira Kurosawa’s modern day films, and the one that most self-important Kurosawa-haters will say is their favorite of his (or his only good one). The great Takashi Shimura plays a mid-level beaurocrat who finds out he’s dying of stomach cancer. This sends him off on a quest for some kind of meaning for his life. Family, friends, women, fun and games all prove to be dead-ends. In the end, he devotes himself to his work, spending his last days navigating the bureaucratic morass to turn an open sewer into a public park. This simple, humanist fable is told with all the power of Kurosawa’s cinematic style, and is driven by Shimura’s performance, an actor who never did much of anything, except when employed by Kurosawa, where he was one of the all-time greats. The iconic shot of Shimura alone in the snow at night, swinging in his park and singing to himself is one of the great moments in film history.

1. Singin’ In The Rain – The consensus greatest musical of all-time, and I’m not going to disagree with that assessment. Gene Kelly plays a silent movie star who has to reinvent himself with the coming of sound. Much of the comedy comes from the actual complications this technological change caused, including his villainous costar, the hideously voiced Jean Hagen, in a brilliant comic performance. Along for the ride are Kelly’s love interest, a young actress played by Debbie Reynolds and his lifelong sidekick played by Donald O’Connor. The entire history of Hollywood up to that point is encapsulated in the film, as every genre or film style is referenced or parodied at one time or another, all set by writers Betty Comden and Adolph Green to songs from the MGM vault from the late 20s – early 30s by Arthur Freed. The climactic long ballet sequence evens moves past the 30s to the films of the 40s and 50s, melding noir with a massive abstract ballet in the style of Vincente Minelli and Gene Kelly’s own An American In Paris from the previous year. All of the musical sequences are terrific, but “Make “Em Laugh” by O’Connor and the title number by Kelly maybe the two greatest expressions of cinematic joy ever filmed. Without a doubt, one of my all-time favorite movies.

Some good stuff amongst the Unseen Movies this year. I’ve had The White Sheik on the tivo for awhile, but haven’t watched it. And I love the title for the Ozu film.

Umberto D.
The Greatest Show On Earth
Forbidden Games
Viva Zapata!
Pat And Mike
Casque D’Or
The White Sheik
The Lusty Men
The Flavor Of Green Tea Over Rice
My Son John
Park Row
Son Of Paleface
Hotel des Invalides

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Movie Roundup: Minimalist Capsule Edition

No time, no time. Gotta get back to the Movies Of The Year, but I want to catch up with these first. So we’ll try to get through this as quickly as possible.

Henri Langlois: Phantom Of The Cinematheque – I really loved this documentary about the founder of the great Paris movie theatre who more or less invented the rep theatre, film preservation, laid the groundwork for the French New Wave and the auteur theory and caused riots in the streets of Paris when he got fired. Lots of great talking heads, and some fascinating archival footage. Highly recommended for anyone with an interest in repertory cinema. The #9 film of 2004.

The Big Steal – Fun adventure noir with Robert Mitchum and jane Greer chasing money and being chased in turn in Mexico. Directed by Don Siegel, it’s got an impressive car chase for the 40s, very fast. The #15 film of 1949.

Topaze – Mediocre comedy/drama about a naive teacher caught up with amoral rich folks after getting fired. John Barrymore’s great, Myrna Loy;s alright, Ben Hecht wrote it, and it was directed by Harry d’Abbadie d’Arrast, which sounds fake but apparently isn’t. The #5 film of 1933.

Bad Day At Black Rock – Well-above average for a 50s social problem film, with Spencer Tracy as a vet investigating the murder of a local Japanese farmer during WW2. The whole town’s involved in the cover up, led by Robert Ryan in another fine performance. Considering the KKK was still doing this kind of thing at the time, and the film’s relative lack of preachiness, it’s pretty impressive. Directed by Don Siegel. The #10 film of 1955.

Tower Of London – Roger Corman and Vincent Price tell the story of Richard III without all the Shakespearean poetry. Fine as far as it goes, and Price is a good Richard. The #19 film of 1962.

Odd Man Out – Carol Reed when he was still great. Lots of blacks and shadows and noir in Dublin after IRA agent James Mason kills a guy, is wounded and has to make his way out of the city with entire British Army after him. An improvement on John Ford’s similarly themed The Informer. Mason’s outstanding. The #5 film of 1947.

That’s Entertainment! 3 – MGM’s documentary about it’s own musicals. Lots of fun clips, lots of stars, fun, but I’ve no idea why Jonathan Rosenbaum loves it so much. The #27 film of 1994.

Pillow Talk – Maybe Doris Day needed a great director to be hot. She was great with Hitchcock and Frank Tashlin, but fairly lame here. Michael Gordon directed, he’s the grandfather of Joseph Gordon-Levitt. The #16 film of 1959.

Murder! – Early Hitchcock film in which a juror begins reinvestigating the titular crime after they’ve decided to convict. It’s alright, not the greatness of The 39 Steps of The Man Who Knew Too Much, nor as revolutionary as Blackmail, but Hitchcock’s always entertaining. The #5 film of 1930.

A Farewell To Arms – It’s been almost a decade since I read the book, which I liked, and I think this is a decent adaptation of it. Gary Cooper and Helen Hayes star, Frank Borzage directs. Borzage’s an interesting auteur who’s film’s aren’t as available as they should be. I certainly need to see more of them. The #7 film of 1932.

Kiss Me Kate – Another Rosenbaum favorite that on the whole escapes me. There’s lots of fun unpacking the various levels of adaptation, and some of the Cole Porter songs are great (“Always True To You” was stuck in my head for days), but other than Ann Miller (who really stands out) the cast is mediocre. Kathryn Grayson and Howard Keel? Bleh. The #11 film of 1953.

The Tomb Of Ligeia – Corman + Price + Poe = always awesome. Robert Towne (Chinatown) wrote the screenplay. Price and his new wife are haunted by his dead wife, colorful horror ensues. The #15 film of 1964.

Duel In The Sun – Pretty colors, overthetop melodrama, casual racism coloring an anti-racist plot, Gregory Peck as the bad guy versus Joseph Cotton and Jennifer Jones. Lots of fun. The #11 film of 1946.

One Mysterious Night – Boston Blackie B movie directed by Budd Boetticher. Not a fan of this series about an expert thief, and Boetticher’s not yet learned how to be awesome. A couple nice shots, but on the whole, just not very good. The #13 film of 1944.

Too Late The Hero – Pretty decent WW2 film from Robert Aldrich. Michael Caine and Cliff Robertson lead a group of soldiers chased across an island by the Japanese. Good acting, lots of suspense, some fine action and a killer premise for an ending. The #8 film of 1970.

Flying Down To Rio – The first pairing of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers only comes alive when they’re together, and since their the supporting cast, that doesn’t happen nearly often enough. Otherwise, it’s a generic 30s musical comedy. The #9 film of 1933.

One, Two, Three – Late Billy Wilder film starring James Cagney as a Coca-Cola exec in West Germany. There’s way too much setup, but once it all starts clicking for the zany conclusion, the film nears greatness. Cagney’s wonderful with the hyperactive dialogue. The #12 film of 1961.

The Merry Widow – Perfectly pleasant Ernst Lubitsch adaptation of the famous operetta starring Maurice Chevalier and Jeanette MacDonald. I’m generationally disposed to despise this kind of singing, which limits the enjoyment somewhat. The #7 film of 1934.

The Marrying Kind – Judy Holliday and Aldo Ray star in this George Cukor film about a divorcing couple who flashback on the history of their relationship. It’s alright, lots of drama and not as much comedy as you’d expect from Cukor and Holliday. Ray really kept freaking me out because he sounds exactly like Super Dave Osborne (who you can now see on the new season of Curb Your Enthusiasm). The #18 film of 1952.

Morocco – Josef von Sternberg film which for some reason a lot of people I respect think is one of the very greatest films of all time. I must have missed something. It’s really good, don’t get me wrong. Gary Cooper’s an officer in the French Foreign legion who hooks up with cabaret singer Marlene Dietrich. Romantic tragedy, some self-sacrifice and Adolphe Menjou clutter things up, but in the end there’s a happy, apparently quite anti-feminist (?) conclusion. I like the young Cooper better than the old one, and I always like Dietrich. The #1 film of 1930.

Never So Few – generally generic and mediocre WW2 film by John Sturges, notable pretty much just for it’s remarkable cast: Frank Sinatra, Paul Henreid, Steve McQueen, Dean Jones, Gina Lollabridgida, Charles Bronson, Brian Donleavy, Peter Lawford and George Takei. The #15 film of 1959.

The Bachelor And The Bobby-Soxer – Screwball comedy that isn’t very funny, though it stars Cary Grant as a celebrity caught between two sisters: teenaged Shirley Temple and judge Myrna Loy. Irving Reis is no Howard Hawks. The #8 film of 1947.

Come And See – The only one of the Copeland poll films I hadn’t heard of is this Soviet WW2 film directed by Elim Klimov. It’s very striking to look at, stars real and becomes increasingly surreal until the last 45 minutes or so, which are an absolutely brutal account of the destruction and murder of a village by some subhuman Nazis. A horrific film. The #13 movie of 1985.

Letter From An Unknown Woman – Joan Fontaine stars in this Max Ophuls film about a woman’s lifelong obsession with a philandering pianist who doesn’t know she’s alive. Beautiful, heartbreaking, and darkly tragic as we realize just how delusional the poor girl is. Ophuls masterly fluid direction is at it’s best. This makes three of his films I’ve seen, and I know I’ve yet to scratch the surface of their greatness. The #4 film of 1948.

Tout va bien – The most famous of Jean-Luc Godard’s Maoist films, Jane Fonda and Yves Montand star as a couple who get caught up in a strike at a sausage factory. There’s lots of lecturing about horrible working conditions, but all filmed quite beautifully with long two-dimensional tracks across a cut away set (it’s like the side views of the boat in Life Aquatic). Voiceovers deconstruct the filmmaking process (it’s really a lot of fun) in the beginning. In the middle, the actors deconstruct their relationship. And in the end, Godard reflects on the ultimate failures of 60s radicalism. At least that’s how it seemed to me. I wonder if he saw it as quite so elegiac at the time. Endless 2D tracks across a supermarket riot are really cool. One of the cooler tidbit I’ve learned reading Colin MacCabe’s Godard biography: Fonda tried to back out of the film saying she had “evolved” and was no longer working with men. Hilarious. The #7 film of 1972.

Superbad – I’m certainly no running-time Nazi, the the Judd Apatow Group seriously needs to tighten up their films. This is getting ridiculous. A fine one night coming of age story in the tradition of American Graffiti, Dazed and Confused and Can’t Hardly Wait. Some funny moments, but nothing revolutionary.

Le Jour se lève – The great Jean Gabin stars in this Marcel Carné proto-noir about a murderer surrounded by police flashing back on the romantic folly that lead him there. Turns out it’s a typical love triangle intersection caused almost entirely by people refusing to act rationally and actually tell each other what’s going on, the silliness of which kinda deflates the drama. It’s a good premise which Carné directs well, and Gabin’s pretty terrific. The #13 film of 1939.

Le Petit soldat – Jean-Luc Godard’s second film, and the first with Anna Karina, it was banned for three years by the French government for its political content. A young French soldier gets captured by some Algerian rebels and is tortured in an apartment. The low-key torture sequence (matter of fact, but still pretty horrific) is paralleled by an earlier extended sequence of the soldier photographing (and romancing) Karina. Anticipates The Battle Of Algiers in style. The #10 film of 1963.

Eastern Promises – The last thing I expected from this David Cronenberg Russian Mafia in London film was a generic Hollywood thriller, and unfortunately, that’s what I got. Fine acting from Viggo Mortensen, Naomi Watts and Armin Mueller-Stahl isn’t enough to overcome the cliché that is the final 30 minutes or so. Very disappointing.

Les Carabiniers – The third Godard film of 1963 is a strident anti-war film about a pair of know-nothing nobodies who get caught up in a generic war in order to commit all variety of crimes and earn about the world. At times quite funny, it’s also quite serious about the stupidity of all kinds of war. Godard includes actual soldier’s letters home as intertitles throughout the film. I wonder if Ken Burns has ever seen this? The #12 film of 1963.

Forbidden Planet – Seen now, after all the sci-fi it has since influenced, it’s tough to watch this version of Shakespeare’s The Tempest (in Space!) as anything other than a long episode of Star Trek with a shot of Lost In Space and a dash of The Black Hole. But it’s a surprisingly pretty film, with decent enough performances by Leslie Nielson and Walter Pidgeon. Anne Francis is quite pretty as well. The #14 film of 1956.

The Satyajit Ray Memorial Anything-But-Definitive List of Non-English Language Films

Edward Copeland has posted the results of his poll, along with some great pictures and lots of comments, none of which are by me because I never got around to writing them. But you can find comments here at The End about almost all of the films I voted for, and for most of the films that made the final list of 122 nominees.

My ballot was:

1. Seven Samurai
2. Chungking Express
3. The Rules Of The Game
4. Pierrot le fou
5. Playtime
6. The Umbrellas Of Cherbourg
7. Au hasard Balthazar
8. Ugetsu
9. Ran
10. Andrei Rublev
11. Celine And Julie Go Boating
12. Satantango
13. 8 1/2
14. Three Colors: Blue
15. Hiroshima mon amour
16. Late Spring
17. The Double Life Of Veronique
18. Nights Of Cabiria
19. L’Eclisse
20. Rashomon
21. Day Of Wrath
22. Last Year At Marienbad
23. The Battle Of Algiers
24. The Seventh Seal
25. Sansho The Bailiff

All of the ones I voted for made the top 100, but they seemed to finish a lot lower that I thought they would have. Two of my top three ended up in the top two spots, so I can’t complain about that. Although the world has apparently still to realize the greatness that is Chungking Express (it finished only 63rd). Pierrot le fou, I imagine, will grow in estimation to the point that if you took this poll two years from now, after Criterion makes the film freely available on DVD, it would finish much higher (up from its current #87 to somewhere near Contempt and Breathless at numbers 20 and 21.

This raises an interesting point about the list, just how dominated it is by The Criterion Collection, Netflix and the several other fine companies that make foreign language films readily available to all of us. None of this would have been possible less than a decade ago.

I grew up in Spokane, a reasonably large town, but not by any means, a major league city. There were many fine video stores there (back in those VHS days) but none of them had any reasonable selection of foreign films. Kurosawa and Bergman were pretty much it, with a smattering of Fellini, Truffaut and a variety of other films that all seemed to star Gerard Depardieu. When I was in college, my friends and I literally went to every video store in Spokane looking for Jean-Luc Godard’s Breathless. We’d all heard what a great film it was, how it started the French New Wave, etc etc, but it wasn’t available: not a single store in town had a VHS copy of Breathless. I didn’t want to watch any other Godard film until I’d seen Breathless (since it was the first), not that that was a major issue because the only other one I remember being available was a t a Hollywood Video that had a copy of Godard’s King Lear starring Woody Allen and Norman Mailer.

Anyway, years went by and eventually a little jazz store opened in downtown Spokane, and they also rented films. They had a small selection of classic foreign films for rent at some outrageous price (I think it was $6 for a two-day rental, at a time when most of the films (the Kurosawas, for example) we were renting from the chain stores were 49¢ for five days). They had a copy of Breathless, I rented it, watched it. . . . and it was good, but not really worth the wait.

The point is, things aren’t like that any more. When I moved to Seattle nine years ago, I was smart enough to get an apartment a mere three blocks away from The Greatest Video Store On The Planet where I was finally able to rent all those films I’d heard and read about for years: Renoir, Ozu, Mizoguchi, Godard, Truffaut, Tati, Wong etc etc. Later DVD, Criterion, Amazon and Netflix came along and changed forever the opportunities for film fans outside all but the very largest cities. Thanks to this format and these companies, among others, if a film is on DVD anywhere in the world, it is remarkably easy for it to be playing in your home in a matter of days.

You could look at the flipside of this, and say how limited this list is by what Criterion’s decided to release, how films that aren’t readily available on DVD are underrated or simply missing from the group of nominees (Mizoguchi’s Chrysanthemums I think is underrated, along with Pierrot and Satantango, which needs to be seen in a theatre for full effect). There are any number of films that either aren’t on DVD or are only available in other countries (and thus not distributed by Netflix). Someone else would be better at creating a list of those omissions than me, but off the top of my head I’d name any number of Hou Hsiao-hsien films, especially A City of Sadness and The Puppetmaster (the only English subtitled DVD of which is horribly cropped but is available from Netflix), Chantal Ackerman’s Jeanne Dielmann, and King Hu’s Dragon Inn. The highest ranked film not available through Netflix is Max Ophuls great Madame de . . . at #49 (it is available in a very nice, and pretty cheap, DVD from England). Next is Celine and Julie in another instance of underrating at #66.

Regardless, everyone has to start somewhere, and this list is a great place for it. There are still 25 or so of the nominees I haven’t seen, yet more films to add to the queue.

Movie Roundup: Poll Research Edition


First a quick note for those Metro Classics fans in the audience. We are going to have a fall edition of the series starting sometime in October. We’re shooting for the 10th, but that may not be feasible. We’ve got some great stuff in mind, so stay tuned and I’ll announce the full schedule here as soon as everything’s finalized.

I mentioned Edward Copeland‘s non-English language film poll a couple weeks ago. Of the 122 nominees for that poll, there were quite a few I hadn’t seen. Before submitting my ballot, due Sept. 16, I wanted to watch as many of those as I could. Here’s what I’ve seen thus far, with a few brief comments about them. And yes, most of these had been saved on my tivo for months, if not years.

Cranes Are Flying – This Russian film from 1957, directed by Mikheil Kalatozishvili follows a girl who’s boyfriend leaves her to fight Nazis at the start of World War 2. She ends up marrying his cousin and hating herself, but things more or less work out in the end. It’s fairly conventional, plot wise, but wonderfully executed. From the opening sequence, with an eponymous bird’s eye view of the young lovers, the film is beautiful. Quite impressive are a series of long tracking shots following the leads through massive crowds and a sequence where the girl finds the smoking remains of her bombed-out home. The #8 film of 1957.

Viridiana – Seems to me like Luis Buñuel’s response to Roberto Rossellini’s Europa ’51 (#8, 1952). That film is about an upper class woman who’s son dies and to cope, she devotes her life to helping the poor, only to be declared insane by her family and society at large. Buñuel’s film is about a nun-in-training who’s uncle dies after trying and failing to seduce her. She leaves the nunnery and devotes her life (and inheritance) to helping the poor. Except the poor turn out to be not much worth helping. Well-made, but essentially a one joke movie. The #9 film of 1961.

The Exterminating Angel – This Buñuel I liked a lot, and it’s a real contender to make my final ballot. A bunch of swells have a dinner party and find they can’t leave. For days (weeks?) they’re stuck in a single room, and no one can even enter the house they’re trapped in. You can fill in your own meanings from their, but the real achievement of the film is that it’s more than a clever metaphor, it never fails to be an entertaining film. Sure, it’s weird and profound, but it’s also hilarious. The #5 film of 1962.

Ashes And Diamonds – Andrzej Wajda’s influential film follows an assassin in the Polish Resistance on the last day of WW2. He’s ordered to kill a communist leader, but accidentally kills the wrong man and finds himself staying at the same hotel as his intended target. Some stunning imagery (a man’s jacket catching fire as he’s shot in the back, the shadow of an inverted crucifix in a bombed-out church, among others), excellent performances and an overwhelmingly apocalyptic mood and sense of place make it an unforgettable, if horribly depressing film. The #9 film of 1958.

Lola Montès – The DVD Netflix sent me of this was pretty lousy, but it’s still easy to tell that this is a great film. Director Max Ophuls last film (he’s uncredited on a later one at imdb), it’s the story of a famous 19th Century woman who traveled around Europe and had a series of romances with a few famous people, including Franz Liszt and the King Of Bavaria. She’s reduced to telling her life story at a circus, while the various acts act out or interpret the events under the direction of Peter Ustinov as the ringmaster. Ophuls’s famously fluid camera (long, mobile takes that seemingly dance through the film space) and the lushness of the melodrama make this a highly enjoyable film. But after one viewing on a lame DVD, I’m not ready to call it the greatest film ever made (as Andrew Sarris has done). Actually, I think I liked Madame de. . . (#3, 1955) better, but I’m not sure about that. Frankly, only one showing each of only two Ophuls films is not enough evidence for me to raw any conclusions about anything. The #6 film of 1955.

To Live – One of two Zhang Yimou films to be nominated, and I don’t really know why it did. It isn’t a bad film by any stretch. Like any of Zhang’s films, it’s stunningly beautiful, with vibrant colors, terrific period detail and Gong Li. But the story’s a conventional “follow a family through several decades of historical events” plot, with boatloads of coincidence and tragic contrivance piled on top. There’s some really cool shadow puppetry imagery I’d never seen before, and Zhang deserves some credit for making a film critical of Mao and the Cultural Revolution (the movie’s still banned in China, as far as I know), but it’s merely a very good historical melodrama, not a truly great film. The #16 movie of 1994.

Every Man For Himself And God Against All – I like that title of Werner Herzog’s film oh so much better than the title under which it was nominated, “The Enigma Of Kaspar Hauser”, which is far too literal and totally lacking in poetry. Anyway, the film is pretty good, a Herzogian companion piece to François Truffaut’s The Wild Child (#4, 1970). Both films are about people who don’t join civilization until late in life, adolescence in the case of Truffaut, well into adulthood for Herzog. Truffaut’s film plays with film technique to create a sense of turn of the century film and science (black and white photography, lots of irises and other antique techniques), reflecting Truffaut’s own obsessive cinephilia and the way he viewed everything in terms of film. Herzog’s film is much more subdued technically, fitting his own more minimalist style as a director, it’s in color, there’s some quite beautiful landscapes and images of nature contrasting with the horrors of civilization (a freak show, an upperclass party) and the takes are relatively long and stationary. Bruno S. is quite remarkable as Kaspar, a character who never fails to be fascinating both as an idea and as a person. It might be the most depressing Herzog film I’ve seen, however. The #7 film of 1974.

The Decalogue – Director Krzysztof Kieslowski’s 10 hour miniseries made for Polish television is a fascinating and serious inquiry into ethics and meditation of the ten commandments and their relevance to modern life. All ten stories are centered on a housing complex in Warsaw (the nicest one, according to Kieslowski, which is a political commentary all its own) where most of the people in the films live. The films aren’t divided into separate commandments each, but instead explore the decalogue as a whole, the interrelations and contradictions between and within the commandments (“Thou shall not kill” seen through a psychotic murderer and his defense attorney arguing against capital punishment, for example). The films would be a fantastic syllabus for an ethics class, with each story raising more questions than it answers. But as a film, I can;t say it was a particularly enjoyable viewing experience. The cinematography is uniformly drab, reflecting the low-budget of the series, the mediocre DVD transfer and the colorlessness of life in communist Poland, which only adds to the oppressive melancholy of the whole experience. Kieslowki’s later films are a lot more fun, both in terms of color and style, and thematically, as romantic (borderline mystical) explorations of modern life. The Decalogue is a serious and quite worthy film, but it’s weighed down by a depressing lack of whimsy. The #7 film of 1989.


Dersu Uzala – The only Akira Kurosawa film among the nominees I’d not yet seen, made in the Soviet Union a few years after he tried to kill himself. It’s a simple and sentimental story of a turn of the century Russian explorer and the remarkable Goldi tribesman he meets and employs as a guide. It’s very much in line with Kurosawa’s later pessimism about humanity and it’s impact on the world, which crops up even more explicitly in the worst sequences of Dreams (#3, 1990). It’s essentially a magical native story, with the civilized white man being shown the true way to live in harmony with the universe by an uneducated yet quite wise Asian (typically in films this role is played by a Native American, for example, Dances With Wolves). It’s a step up in the western genre from portraying natives as murderous savages, but it’s condescending nonetheless. See Jim Jarmusch’s Dead Man (#1, 1995) for a more fully human native character. Despite all this, Kurosawa’s film is quite good, one of his more pictorially beautiful films (easy to tell, despite the terrible Kino DVD Netflix sent me) with some remarkable landscapes dwarfing the puny humans. There’s a remarkable sequence where Dersu and the Russian are lost on a flat plain with night and a blizzard on the way, as well as some of Kurosawa’s best ever sunsets. A fine film, but probably not among Kurosawa’s 10 best. The #4 film of 1975.

I plan to watch Come And See, the only nominated film I’d never heard of tonight, then get my ballot done, with comments by the deadline on Sunday.