After struggling with the way that women’s suffering is exploited for cinematic gains while watching The Life of Oharu last week, it seems Kinuyo Tanaka’s Forever a Woman is the tonic. (Or Eternal Breasts as it is listed here, which would have unfortunately resulted in a far more awkward sentence.)
The “woman’s picture” regardless of geographic origin is predicated on the idea that female audiences want to find tearful kinship with suffering women on screen. A supposed surefire way to…
Been watching many films of late that made me wish that aside from "stars" and "hearts" letterboxd will give me a big ol' question mark instead. Because if anything this is "3 stars" for me but I generally reserve that for the bottomless pit of average cinema and this is anything but average. However, is it good as the consensus critics seem to agree on? Why are some art-house films boring and pretentious and some transcendent and spiritual?
I don't…
Varda's documentaries always feel like they're "in the making" as you watch them just as the people she features are equally making something of themselves
got a lot of interesting ideas, but maybe don't throw everything at the wall. no more mystery box shows, i lose interest!!
- these two don't know how to play basketball at all
- why does everyone dress like they're on sesame street
- kajol carries this whole movie
