Anchored by a stunningly strong lead performance from Delphine Seyrig, and paired with some fantastically masterful direction from the young Akerman, Jeanne Dielman is worthy of the comparison to Citizen Kane while still existing as one incredibly complex, challenging, rewarding, and strikingly unique examples of film making.
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Death has, for quite some time, been a fascination of mine, with suicide being one of the most interesting types of death, for me. So, seeing a film that about a 15 year old who commits suicide and who, the film openly states, has always had a fixation with death, seems like it should be right up my alley. Not surprisingly, the film is right up my alley. However, as a documentary I do not think there is really much of note going on in the film. No huge reveal is made, and even the speculation is minimal. It is interesting that nothing is condemned, that is refreshing I suppose, but the film also does not really show anything new. Essentially, if you have lost someone you can probably relate with the parents, if not you probably will not be able to no matter how hard the film tries. It's pretty good technically, the direction is solid and the film possesses a clear polish, but nothing earth shattering. I was never really engaged emotionally, and going against the son's final wishes seems like a huge mistake from my perspective, but I still really enjoyed my time with the film. That's all personal though, I think any film is made instantly better when it involves suicide, documentary or otherwise. I cannot imagine others finding much to like about this film though, unless they really like death and suicide and stuff. Whatever, I'm giving it a good mark.
C+/B- or 3.2928472148623482634723
Other highlights of Gigantic include a soundtrack that rivals Adventureland and Lymelife for the year's best, a fantastic supporting cast, and a highly stylized world that all add up to one Hell of a debut for Matt Aselton.
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The film is visually gorgeous, the score is pretty great, the acting is good, and the film is another great effort from Akira Kurosawa. Sadly, this film felt much slower than the two previous Kurosawa films that I have watched and I really think that the silent portions here, unlike in Rashomon, detracted instead of added to the film. Basically the film is a standard retelling of Macbeth, and I've always been of the mind that Macbeth is much better material to be discussed than to be watched or read. Not surprisingly, that transfers over to Throne of Blood mostly. It's a pretty great adaptation I suppose, despite leaving out a few things from the play, I believe. But he also injects his own themes and visual symbols, which adds more to the film, I reckon. Can't say I was blown away though or that I have much to say about the film. It's really solid and a technically great film, but it just never really grabbed me.
B+ or 3.898213472146702381645823