I weep knowing Roger Ebert did not have the opportunity to experience this masterpiece.
sometimes crude but always charming, Firemen’s Ball is a succinct film with much to say about all forms of organization, not just those sniveling communists. Forman’s satire is at once simple and clever, drawing from me many fits of uncontrollable laughter. ‘68 was a wild year for Cannes.
Wenders’ pilgrimage (despite his objections to such characterization) acts as an insightful conclusion to Ozu’s legacy, revealing a city which is seemingly alien when compared to the Tokyo at the center of his career. Around the hour mark, I had forgotten that the movie concerned Ozu at all, which is perfectly demonstrative of the distance Tokyo now stands from the legend’s imagination. Tokyo-ga feels closer in character to a film like Koyaanisqatsi than it does a portrait of the man’s…