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Bin-jip ( 3-Iron ) - Kim Ki-Duk

I've been dying to see this film for a very long time and finally, thanks to the wonders of internet, i have managed to see this masterpiece ( hey, it's not my fault i'm forced to steal works of art such as this, it hasn't been released in Croatia yet and it probably won't be ). In 2004, it won the FIPRESCI ( international federation of film critics ) award for best film , and numerous other awards. I've seen two of his other films but this one is definitely his best.

Sun-hwa is a young drifter that breaks into peoples houses but doesn't steal anything, instead, he fixes whatever he finds to be broken, washes dirty clothes and leaves without a trace. On one occasion however, the house he breaks into is not empy. A young battered woman watches him as he roams arround her house and practices his golf skills with her husband's 3-iron ( presumably so, i'm no golf expert )...

As in his other films, words are scarce, but Ki-Duk is such a master storyteller, it doesn't hinder the experience one bit ( or make it dull and tiresome). The quiet nature of the film makes for an incredibly soft and wonderful experience, a love story so beautiful, i have to think long and hard to find another film that even comes close to it. Dreamy and poetic, as an IMDB reviewer decribed it, yes, those two words describe this film perfectly ( although for the life of me i can't understand how anyone could say that they wondered if the film was going anywhere ). The development of the love story is incredibly delicate, not one word is spoken between the two lovers throughout the film, everything is expressed with silence, a gesture, a glance....

The film is permeated with eastern cultural refferences, traditional values and Budhism, near the end, it almost transforms into a fable with supernatural elements that come so naturally with asian films you don't question their validity for a second. Everything is possible. Even a love story such as this one.

"It's hard to tell if the world we live in is reality or a dream"...truer words were never spoken....




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Glad you finally got to see this utter masterpiece.

And damn do I love that poster.
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Sounds like an interesting film. Hopefully I can track it down at some point.
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Cheun gwong tsa sit ( Happy together ) - Wong Kar Wai

I believe this was my first experience with mr. Kar Wai, and a very impressive one it was. Filmed in 1997, it was apparently the movie that put Wong Kar Wai on the international film scene, and in great style. It's set in Argentina ( not exactly what you'd expect from an asian flick ), where two lovers ( Ho Po-wing and Lai Yiu-fai ) ended up, taking a break from Hong-kong. They were trying to find the Iguazu waterfalls, got lost and broke up, again. Seeing as how they spent all their money and couldn't go back, Lai Yiu-fai gets a job in a tango club, while Ho Po-wing indulges in promiscuous behaviour and his life spirales out of control with noone to save him except Lai Yiu-fai.

The film starts off in black and white, which was slightly worrying as it gives out an uber-artsy-fartsy vibe. But soon, you let go of all prejudices and get sucked into the lovers turbulent relationship. Then the film is suddenly infused with colour as the two lovers try to make up. I can now see why Christopher Doyle has such a great reputation, the photography is incredible, playful and experimental ( in a good way mind you ), the colours - amazing.

As if the plot of the film wasn't melancholic enough ( two chaps from Hong kong trapped at the other side of the world, in a strange foreign country, with no friends or family ), the soundtrack ( mostly south american music with a lot of contemporary rock, also something i haven't seen in asian films ) or rather the bits of harmonica add to the incredible feeling of lonelyness and desolation.

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The story itself reminds me a lot of Fatih Akin's Gegen die Wand ( Head through the wall ), a tragic tale of two people in love, but oh so very wrong for each other ( making the film's title ironic ). It's energetic, at times violent, a tale of heart break and new beginings and you come out of it wishing your life was half as interesting, cinematic, even tragic as theirs. Wonderful flick, please see it....( if you haven't already ).



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Little Miss Sunshine - Jonathan Dayton,Valerie Faris

I know there is little use in writing eulogies about this film, everything that could be said, has already been said, but I just can't help to have it in my thread, I loved it too much not to write a few tidbits about it. To paraphrase one of the leading characters, it seems to me like there are two kinds of people in this world; those that love this film and those that hate everything it stands for. Despite most of its reviews claiming this movie to be a great critique of the brutal culture of beauty in America, I find that the reason why some people hate this film is the same reason why I loved it to death.

It's a film about ordinary, average people and their everyday troubles; a father that fails as a "life-coach", a mother and her suicidal gay brother, a brooding teenage son vowed to silence, a grandfather that snorts drugs, and a daughter to whom competing in a beauty contest is everything (ok, maybe not so average). Their lives on a downward spiral, they all cling to the beauty contest as the light at the end of the tunnel. I went into this film thinking it would deal with those nasty ambitious parents that practically force their child to compete in these vile contests in a pathetic attempt at living vicariously through their children. But quite the contrary, these are normal, supporting people who just want their child/sister/neice/granddaughter to be happy.

Being an avid music lover and a devout student of melancholy, most films that make a big impact on me are marked by a superb soundtrack. This sealed the deal for me with Todo sobre mi madre, Amelie, Bin-Jip (3-Iron) and many others...and such was the case with Little Miss Sunshine; a wonderfully melancholic piece of music permeates the film (very similar to that of Todo sobre mi madre), softening your heart as you follow the silly adventures of these people unfold on screen. How can I not love a film which includes an open road scene in the middle of America's vast western scenery while Sufjan Stevens' "Chicago" plays in the background?

There is not a single redundant scene in it, and quite a few genius camera shots (one in particular sticks out, when they pass under the highway overpasses).

And a few words about the brilliant casting; I've been a fan of Toni Collette ever since "Muriel's wedding", Greg Kinnear always had a warm American vibe about him, Alan Arkin is a perfect vulgar grandpa, but the real discovery were Paul Dano as the silent son (despite being silent for most of the film, the eventual outburst of emotions was absolutely brilliant) and Abigail Breslin as Olive (wonderful scene in the motel with her grandfather).

Without being pathetic and clichey, this film does what it set out to do, praise dysfunctional families in all their everyday glory. A road film that, unlike 2004's "little film that could" - Sideways, hit all the right places.




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Das Leben der Anderen - Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck

Plot synopsis : In 1984, the successful dramatist Georg Dreyman and his longtime companion Christa-Maria Sieland, a popular actress, are big intellectual stars in the socialist state. One day, the Minister of Culture becomes interested in Christa, so the secret service agent Wiesler is instructed to observe and sound out the couple, but their life fascinates him more and more...

A debut effort from the director Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck, this film was one of the most highly praised films in Europe in 2006 (along with Almodovar's "Volver") and it got nominated for the Oscar in the foreign language category (while "Volver" didn't). I honestly don't see what all the fuss is about. A potentially very powerful subject was destroyed (or rather watered down) by the back story played by two of actors that never should have left TV. Or maybe I've just seen too many bad German TV projects. The director completely failed to portray the culture of fear that the German Intelligence Service (known as Stasi) was enforcing in the German Democratic Republic. The couples story seemed meandering, cheesy and ultimately very unpersuasive.

The only semi-interesting aspect of this film is the Stasi spy. A very lonely individual and once an unquestioning re-enforcer of the socialist doctrine, cooked up in a loft while spying on the couple, he immerses himself in their life so much that he ultimately forgoes his task. I wish they had worked on his side of the story more, explored his loneliness a tad more instead of dealing with the pretentious babbles of Dreyman and his partner whose character depth is that of the shallow end of the kids swimming pool. Or maybe that was the point, maybe she was supposed to be a weak, spineless woman with serious low self esteem issues which ultimately leads her to betray her husband and commit suicide. On paper it sounds compelling doesn't it? Well it's not.

Perhaps my peeve was with Dreyman and the fact that his story-line got so much attention despite his character being dull and unconvincing. A simple comparison with Almodovar will suffice; at the beginning and the end of the film we are shown was is supposed to be a part of Dreyman's play, and while the general aura surrounding Dreyman is supposed to be that of a brilliant playwrite, you are left with a bitter taste because it is painfully obvious that that part of his character is stretched to the maximum; the play (or bits of it) is utter, amateur rubbish. Now take Almodovar's "Hable con ella" or better yet "Todo sobre mi madre" as an example of how combining the theatre and cinema is supposed to be done.

If it wasn't for the extremely cheesy ending, I might have thought this was a good film. If Pan's Labyrinth loses to this celebration of averageness, well what am I saying, I wouldn't be surprised at all.




Originally Posted by adidass
Perhaps my peeve was with Dreyman and the fact that his story-line got so much attention despite his character being dull and unconvincing. A simple comparison with Almodovar will suffice; at the beginning and the end of the film we are shown was is supposed to be a part of Dreyman's play, and while the general aura surrounding Dreyman is supposed to be that of a brilliant playwrite, you are left with a bitter taste because it is painfully obvious that that part of his character is stretched to the maximum; the play (or bits of it) is utter, amateur rubbish. Now take Almodovar's "Hable con ella" or better yet "Todo sobre mi madre" as an example of how combining the theatre and cinema is supposed to be done.
I disagree with your assessment of the purpose and therefore the quality of the play within the movie. The character of Dreyman is a well-regarded playwrite, but the bigger point is that his plays are inoffensive enough and restrained to the point where they are trumpeted by the establishment and actually aren't very artistic or deep. That's why even though he gets some attention in the West he is allowed to flourish in the GDR. The other story point is that when his plays were directed by his friend who is an intellectual who did not hide his beliefs and politics they are greater than they are on the page. Now that the director who had the spirit of rebellion has been blacklisted, his plays are showing their mediocrity and lack of real substance.

While the piece of the play that opens the film and reappears later in a production after the fall of The Wall is highlighted, mostly it is there to show his relationship with his live-in lover, the actress Christa-Maria Sieland (and in the end to remind him of her loss again).

The writing that gets most of the attention in the narrative is not his play but his essay about his friend's suicide and the repression of art and humanity inside East Germany. THAT is the writing where he finally takes off the metaphorical gloves and pours his heart, soul and every bit of his art into. THAT is the piece he is willing to risk everything for, including banishment from his art, possible imprisonment and even death. That piece of writing I found incredibly pointed and moving and just as subversive and brilliant as it is supposed to be.

The play within the movie is only a background function. It's the essay that is key.


Originally Posted by adidass
Or maybe that was the point, maybe she was supposed to be a weak, spineless woman with serious low self esteem issues which ultimately leads her to betray her husband and commit suicide. On paper it sounds compelling doesn't it? Well it's not.
Way to give away plot spoilers to a movie that hasn't even really opened theatrically in the U.S., but putting that aside for the moment I think you've missed the point again. Whatever her self-esteem as a woman and an actress, the point of her affair with the official is that he is blackmailing her with the power and influence of his position into having sex with him. It's clear from the scenes between those two characters and the shower she takes after one of their meetings that she is being raped, and that's exactly how she feels. She does have insecurities that are able to be exploited when she's in the interrogation room and that Hauptmann is able to message in the scene at the bar where he gets her to return to Dreyman, but that's not why she betrays her lover.

Her suicide, since I guess we're going to ruin the ending for others, is not about her being "spineless" (my goodness what a heartless tart you've made her out to be), but because under the pressure of interrogation and threatened with prison and never being able to act again, in a moment of emotional torture and despair she does turn Dreyman in. Because she can't possibly know that Wiesler is on their side and has removed the evidence, the second she sees on Dreyman's face that he knows it was her who turned him in rather than witness his heartbreak and the prospect of living with her own shame and guilt she kills herself. It wasn't an act of weakness, it was an act of despair.



Originally Posted by adidass
If it wasn't for the extremely cheesy ending, I might have thought this was a good film.
By the "extremely cheesy ending" do you mean Dreyman's research into his case files, the decision he makes with the information he learns and the bit with Wiesler at the bookstore? I thought that all worked wonderfully, myself, and found it a very satisfying CODA.


I loved The Lives of Others, easily one of the very best movies I've seen this past year or so. Different strokes, I reckon.

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Originally Posted by Holden Pike
I disagree with your assessment of the purpose and therefore the quality of the play within the movie. The character of Dreyman is a well-regarded playwrite, but the bigger point is that his plays are inoffensive enough and restrained to the point where they are trumpeted by the establishment and actually aren't very artistic or deep. That's why even though he gets some attention in the West he is allowed to flourish in the GDR. The other story point is that when his plays were directed by his friend who is an intellectual who did not hide his beliefs and politics they are greater than they are on the page. Now that the director who had the spirit of rebellion has been blacklisted, his plays are showing their mediocrity and lack of real substance.
This may be how you've explained it to yourself, but this is why I think you're wrong.

While the piece of the play that opens the film and reappears later in a production after the fall of The Wall is highlighted,
It seemed to me that, by showing bits of the play at the beginning, and especially by showing the same play after the fall of The Berlin wall, they were trying to show what a brilliant playwrite he was. Otherwise there wouldn't have been a point in showing the same play, one that you say is supposed to be shallow and mediocre because of the pressure he endured in the regime...the pressure is no longer there, yet the play is still there, and it's still mediocre, amateur, pretentious bullshit.

Another problem I had was with the scene after the play near the end, when he's confronted with the ex-DDR official that, if I'm not mistaken, ordered the surveillance. Instead of being extremely angry with him, getting even, somehow,even just by punching the arrogant official, he just stood there like a spineless twat that he was. I guess ultimately that's my issue, I hate spineless cowards, and that's what he appeared to be, despite the supposed act of heroism by publishing the article.
The writing that gets most of the attention in the narrative is not his play but his essay about his friend's suicide and the repression of art and humanity inside East Germany. THAT is the writing where he finally takes off the metaphorical gloves and pours his heart, soul and every bit of his art into. THAT is the piece he is willing to risk everything for, including banishment from his art, possible imprisonment and even death. That piece of writing I found incredibly pointed and moving and just as subversive and brilliant as it is supposed to be.

The play within the movie is only a background function. It's the essay that is key.
But that's the thing, I had a problem with the essay, all I heard from it was "the DDR hides the real number of suicides bla bla bla". Given that there wasn't any journalistic work displayed in the film, I was wondering where all this stuff was coming from, and ultimately, what the hell was the big deal about it.

Way to give away plot spoilers to a movie that hasn't even really opened theatrically in the U.S.,
Yeah right, as if anyone here will actually go and see the film. Most people here don't give a toss about foreign language films, so I'm guessing this wont matter much.
but putting that aside for the moment I think you've missed the point again. Whatever her self-esteem as a woman and an actress, the point of her affair with the official is that he is blackmailing her with the power and influence of his position into having sex with him. It's clear from the scenes between those two characters and the shower she takes after one of their meetings that she is being raped, and that's exactly how she feels. She does have insecurities that are able to be exploited when she's in the interrogation room and that Hauptmann is able to message in the scene at the bar where he gets her to return to Dreyman, but that's not why she betrays her lover.
She betrays her lover because she's a spineless slut. One threat of making problems for her career or the career of her partner and she cheats on him. That was the point where I stopped caring much about this character.

Her suicide, since I guess we're going to ruin the ending for others, is not about her being "spineless" (my goodness what a heartless tart you've made her out to be),but because under the pressure of interrogation and threatened with prison and never being able to act again, in a moment of emotional torture and despair she does turn Dreyman in.
Never said she was heartless, only a spineless coward. Technically, it should have been rather brilliant of von Donnersmarck to portray simple folk that buckle under pressure, but the fact is, I have a lot of difficulty feeling sympathy for unheroic characters. When I don't feel sympathy for them, I find it hard to get emotionally involved in the film and it turns out bleak as DLDA had.
Because she can't possibly know that Wiesler is on their side and has removed the evidence, the second she sees on Dreyman's face that he knows it was her who turned him in rather than witness his heartbreak and the prospect of living with her own shame and guilt she kills herself. It wasn't an act of weakness, it was an act of despair.
Despair is weakness. Instead of facing her problems she buckles under pressure, again, and takes the easy way out.

By the "extremely cheesy ending" do you mean Dreyman's research into his case files, the decision he makes with the information he learns and the bit with Wiesler at the bookstore?
Most definitely, after having spent the last hour or so being completely unable to relate to anything in the film, this pathetic, cheesy attempt at inducing some sort of emotion seemed like something a highschooler would have written.
I loved The Lives of Others, easily one of the very best movies I've seen this past year or so. Different strokes, I reckon.

Tell you the truth, I don't know why I had such a different experience of this film, I'm usually one to agree with the prevailing view about films, but this one just flew over my head I guess.



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Cha no aji (Taste of tea) - Katsuhito Ishii

This has to be one of the most original and entertaining Asian films I've seen in recent years. It centers around a rather unusual Japanese family living in the country; Yoshiko who is an anime artist, her daughter Sachiko who is troubled by a giant version of herself following her around, son Hajime going through typical teenage love troubles, Ayano, the shy uncle who works as a sound engineer and has come to take a break from Tokyo, a strange grandfather who use to be in the entertainment business, and another quirky uncle who is a manga artist.

It's a mix of drama and quirky comedy Takeshi Kitano on acid style. Quite unseen as far as Japanese cinema is concerned. I can't actually remember the last time I laughed out loud to an Asian film. Unlike most other Japanese films that are set in the various urban conglomerates, it is quite a relaxing experience to watch a film set in the rural part of Japan. It also adds to the general easy-going vibe of the film. Like the title suggests, it deals with subjects that (if you're Japanese that is) you'd be chatting over with some tea, even though the events or characters depicted aren't exactly...well, normal (I don't think I've ever been followed by a giant version of myself, which Sachiko, bless her adorable little soul, thinks of more as an inconvenience than a spooky occurrence).

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The film is also filled with short, random episodes from other odd-ball characters such as cosplay fanatics (anime fans that dress up as their favorite characters), gangsters or drifter dancers, yet the main character's comportment towards them is so relaxed and nonchalant the film never quite veers into absurdity. It's fairly similar to Amelie in the way it uses computer graphics to create a dream-like world of the main characters.

Aside from being genuinely funny, it's also fairly meditative, in a way only Asian films can be. In short, an extremely mellow, funny and charming viewing experience. A must see.




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Wait, Seinfeld is Takeshi Kitano on acid? I always learn something new in this thread.

(No, seriously, i do )
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Wait, Seinfeld is Takeshi Kitano on acid? I always learn something new in this thread.

(No, seriously, i do )
Damn, I guess that was a missed comparison. I was trying to think of some odd-ball American comedy, but had a brain freeze. I'll edit it just to say Kitano, I think that's the closest contemporary of Ishii.



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Hey, there was no need. I was seeing Seinfeld dancing in clogs. [And Larry David causing giant spurts of blood to erupt from feudal Japanese peasants]. But that's probably just me