These are some of my
favorite films. The order is alphabetical, and I selected only one film
per director. Other fine films are mentioned in the text. I have
ten entries in each category, except American Films, which cover six
from each of the six best decades. I
tweak and update the list from time to time.
Silent Films from Outside the U.S. (in progress)
- The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (Robert
Wiene,
1920).
Caligari
is not just a great film; it's one of the best contributions to German
expressionist art. With it's manacing characters, dynamic camera
angles, and geometrically convoluted sets, it delivers frame after
frame of gallery-worthy images, and sinister, disorienting mood
that has never been surpassed.
- Limite (Mário
Peixoto, 1931).
- Menilmontant (Dimitri
Kirsanoff, 1926).
- Pandora's Box (George
Wilhem Pabst, 1930). Germany had two great period's for film: the
Weimar years and 1970s with the young guns, Fassbinder, Herzog, and
Wenders. Many of the best Weimar films are silent and hold up to
the best talkies. Pandora's Box has some expressionist
flourishes, but it is essential a
darkly realist film, based on Frank Wedekind plays, that deals with the
seedier sides of urban life (gambling, prostitution, poverty,
murder). It's most famous for the extraordinary perfomance of its
lead, Louis Brooks, who manages to remain strong and charmingly
resiliant, despite many bad events and a cast of unpleasant characters
who want to control her. Pabst avoids moralizing, or rather, he
suggests presents the Brooks' classless and openly sexual persona as a
kind of moral paragon.
- The Smiling Madame Beudet
(1923).
- Strike (Sergei
Eisenstein, 1925). Potemkin
may be more celebrated, but I prefer Eistenstein's first feature, Strike, with it's extraordinary
interspersing of shadows, reflections, machines, mahogany, and animals
(both living and dead). Grotesque, beautiful, and incessantly
innovation, Strike remains
more visually compelling and inventive than almost anything made before
or since.
English Language Films
American Films
1920s
(Silent)
- Greed (Erich von
Stroheim, 1924).
- It (Clarence Badger,
1927).
- The Man Who Laughs (Paul
Leni, 1928).
- Modern Times (Charlie
Chaplin, 1936). Like City
Lights, this is a consumation of Chaplin's career as the best
physical comedian in the hisotry of film. Where that film is
touching, this film is (comedically) chilling, as it signals the rise
of an increasingly dehumanized world. It also signifies the end
of the silent era with voices coming through machines as if sound-film
were the final insult of industrialization. For an interesting
comparison, watch this along side Fritz Lang's Metropolis or Jacques Tati's Playtime.
- Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans
(F.W. Murnau, 1927). A love triangle, a murder plot, the allure
of the city. Murnau's silent classic is technically inventive,
completely sordid, and utterly gripping.
Murnau's Last Laugh, with no
intertitles, is another favorite--perhaps the high water-mark in silent
cinema. And Nosteratu
is one of the finest horror films ever made.
1930s
- Frankenstein (James
Whale, 1931). Not exactly the portrait of Prometheum hubris we
find in the book, the film focus more on the innocent persecuted
monster. People say the sequel, Bride
of
Frankenstein, is better, but they are wrong. This film
simultaneous creates modern horor and deconstructs it, by making the
monster more sympathetic than those he terrifies. Also worthwile
is Young Frankenstein, one of
the greatest parodies of all time.
- Freaks (Tod
Browning, 1932). Made on the heels of his timeless classic Dracula, Browning's 1932 feature
about sideshow performers is arguably even better. Though it
might come across as an exploitation film, it is actually a film about
exploitation, and the talented cast members are portrayed with far more
dignity than they probably received when they were exhibited in county
fairs for their physical abnormalities. The climax is one of the
most memorable in cinema history.
- I Am a Fugitive from A Chain
Gang (Mervyn LeRoy, 1932). Based on a true story, the film
combines prison escape action, rags to riches drama, and uncompromising
social comentary. Paul Muni gives one of his best
performances. My second favorite LeRoy film is Gold Diggers of 1933, which
features spectacular dance numbers choreography by Bugsy Berkeley and a
hard-hitting depression-age theme.
- Lost Horizon (Frank
Capra, 1939). Capra is usually a bit sappy for my taste, but this
film (which has been partially lost) is an exception. It's a
captivating and perhaps metaphorical tale of people who stumble onto
what appears to be a utopian society in the Himalayas. Should
they stay in Shangri-la or return to their old lives? The
question is compounded by mounting evidence that paradise is not what
it appears.
- Mad Love (Karl Freund,
1935). Peter Lorre plays a mad surgeon who is obsessed with a singer
and turns her husband into a unwitting murderer by performing surgery
on his hands. Freund also directed the mummy, but this one is
more deliciously twisted.
- Ninotchka (Ernst
Lubitsch, 1939). The 1930s was a great decade for comedies and,
Lubitsch had the touch. Here he casts Swede, Greta Garbo, as a
Russian government official who has come to Paris to make observations
about life in the West. She succumbs to the discrete charm of the
bourgeoisie, of course, but along the way delivers some of the best
deap pan lines in cinema history. If only all Cold War
films were this good. My second favorite Garbo film is Grand
Hotel. Other favorite romantic comedies of the era include It Happened One Night, The Awful Truth, Sullivan's Travels,
and
His Girl Friday.
1940s
- Citizen Kane (Orsen
Welles, 1941). Okay, okay; enough has been written about this one.
- Out of the Past (Jacques
Tourneur, 1947). A definitive noir with plot twists,
flashbacks,
crime,
seediness, dark cinematography and, of course, a femme fatale.
The
excellent cast includes Robert Mitchum, Jane Greer, and Kirk
Douglas.
Hard to beat. Tourneur also made excellent horror
thrillers, including the creepy, campy Cat People and I Walked with a Zombie. Other
favorite
cinema noir
films include John
Huston's Asphalt Jungle, John
Farrow's The Big Clock, Billy
Wilder's Double Indemnity, Rudolph
Maté's D.O.A., Jules
Dessin's Night and the City,
Howard
Hawks's The Big Sleep, Charles
Vidor's Gilda, Stanley
Kubrick's The Killing, Robert
Siodmak's
The Killers, Robert
Aldrich's Kiss Me Deadly, Otto
Preminger's
Laura, Tay
Garnett's The Postman Always
Rings Twice, Boris Ingster's Stranger
on
the
Third
Floor,
and Alexander Mackendrick's Sweet Smell of Success.
The best noir cinematographer was John Alton (see especially Raw Deal and The Big Combo).
- Portrait of Jennie
(William Dieterle, 1948). Haunting, creepy, and vaguely surrealistic,
this film was a favorite of Bunuel, and it's easy to see why. A
struggling artist meets a mysterious young girl in Central Park and
then becomes obsessed with finding her again. A metaphor for the
artisitc process? The stellar cast includes Joseph Cotton, Ethel
Barrymore, and Lilian Gish.
- Spellbound (Alfred
Hitchcock, 1945). Hitchcock is British, of course, but this is one of
his American productions. It is a suspenseful tribute to
psychoanalysis. For authenticity, Hitchcock consulted the
psychoanalysis of his producer, David Selznick (King
Kong, Gone with the Wind, The Third Man).
Admittedly, there are better Hitchcock films. My top votes go to Rear Window, Notorious, Rebecca, and North By Northwest . And, he
made some wonderful films while still in Britain, including The
39 Steps, The Man Who Knew
Too Much, and, especially, The
Lady
Vanishes. But Spellbound
gets my vote because of the Dali dream
sequence.
- The Treasure of the Sierra Madre
(John Huston, 1948). I think this is
Bogart's best performance. He is absolutely despicable a gold
prospector corrupted by greed. And Sierra Madre also has one of the
best
misquoted lines of all time: "We don't need no badges. I don't
have to show
you any stinking badges!" For an even better film about desperate
expats in Latin America, see Clouzot's explosive thriller, Wages of Fear (below). For
another
look at Bogart's dark side, see In a
Lonely Place or Angels with
Dirty Faces. My second favorite Bogart film is Beat the Devil, which is also
directed by Huston. The characters in that film are more
interesting than the better known Maltese
Falcon (also Huston/Bogart), and I even prefer it to Casablanca, which has a similar
ex-pat theme. Peter Lorre is wonderful in all three. My
second favorite John Huston film is Night
of
the
Iguana with Ava
Gardner and Richard Burton (written by Tennessee Williams).
- White Heat (Raoul Walsh,
1949).
James Cagney preferred to do musicals, but his greatest talent was
bringing gangsters to the screen. This is his top performance, and it's
also a case study in the Oedipal complex. Cagney is also
incredible in Angels with Dirty Faces, The
Public Enemy,
which is particularly edgy for the time, and The Roaring Twenties, also directed
by Walsh. If you tire of Cagney (per impossible), you
can enjoy Paul Muni the original Scarface,
which
is
better
than
the
Paccino
platform,
or
Edward
G.
Robinson's
Little
Caeser. Many of these
films are
about two-bit hoods with too much ambition.
1950s
- Night of the Hunter (Charles
Laughton,
1955).
Robert
Mitchum
is
terrifying
as
a
murderous
preacher,
with
Love
and
Hate emblazoned on his knuckles. Good suspense and oozes with
atmosphere. Mitchim reprises his role as a creepy stalker in Cape Fear, which is also essential
viewing for thriller fans. Director Laughton is better known as
an actor; he gives an
amazing performance inWitness
for the Prosecution.
- Twelve Angry Men (Sidney
Lumet, 1957). Perhaps the greatest of all courtroom dramas, it
tells
the story of one juror (Henry Fonda) who courageously resists voting
with the majority. Even if you find the theme hokey, it's
impossible not to be impressed by the excellent performances and the
taught direction. Lumet also directed other masterworks,
including especially Dog Day
Afternoon, The Pawnbroker,
and
Network. My other
favorite
trial films include Anatomy of a Murder (with
its gorgeous Ellington soundtrack), Confession, Inherit the
Wind, La Verite, Paths
of Glory, To Kill a Mockingbird, and Witness for the Prosecution.
- Shadows (John
Cassavetes, 1959). Shadows
is
an imperfect film, but a very impressive first effort, and a
breakthrough in American cinema. Raw, gritty, realism--not
melodramatic like the Italian neo-realists or some Hollywood social
commentary films of similar vintage, but edgy and uncomfortable, with
unknown performers adlibbing there lines. This is cinéma vérité and it brings a new
honesty, hardly anticipated and rarely rivaled, in American
film. Shadows is also
remarkable for it's subject matter: the racism of a white man who
doesn't realize that his girlfriend is black. The film was
released 3 years before To Kill a
Mockingbird, and unlike that film and other important films
about race, this one is set in the urban north, not the rural
south. It was not, however, the first film to focus on the theme
of "passing"--the classic treatment of that phenomenon is The Imitation of Life, made in
1934, and remade in 1959. Both versions are excellent. For
more Cassavetes, I would recommend Woman
Under
the
Influence,
Husbands,
and Faces.
These
films
are difficult to watch because they deal with human
ugliness, but they are all very worthwhile.
- A Streetcar Named Desire (Elia
Kazan,
1951).
Brando's
best
performances
have
never
been
topped
by
anyone,
and
in
this adaptation of the Tennessee Williams play, he is at his
best: unpredictable, crude, loathsome, and captivating. My second
favorite Brando performance is On
the
Waterfront. My second favorite Kazan film is A Face in the Crowd with an
imitable and terrifying lead performance by newcomer Andy
Griffith. For close runner's up, I'd include the psychologically
harrowing Splendor in the Grass
and the sexually charged thriller, Baby
Doll.
- Suddenly Last Summer
(Joseph Mankiewicz, 1959). Elizabeth Taylor in a psycho
ward? Katherine Hepburn as an overprotective mother? A melodrama
about lombotomies and homophobia? A store by Tennessee Williams
adapted by Gore Vidal? Yes! This extaordinary and neglected
classic packs a powerful punch and is just odd enough to keep cult film
junkies drooling.
- Sunset Boulevard (Billy
Wilder, 1950). It would be hard to exaggerate Billy Wilder's
talent as
a director. He made some of America's best comedies (Some Like it Hot, The Apartment), dramas (Lost Weekend, Ace in the Whole), noirs (Double Indemnity), courtroom pics
(Witness for the Prosecution), and genre benders (such as Stalag 17, which straddles comedy,
drama, war, a prison escape). Sunset
Boulevard is arguably the best of the lot. Narrated by a
dead man, it is an eviscerating critique of Hollywood, showing the ugly
side of flops, flunkies, and megastars.
1960s
- In Cold Blood (Richard
Brooks, 1967). Based on Capote's book, this is one of the best true
crimes
films ever made. The murderers represent two very different faces of
evil, and each is depicted with unusual humanity. Chilling yet
sympathetic. Brooks knows that showing less can make the audience feel
more. The film is shot in noir style but has vastly greater depth
then the typical crime thriller thanks to Capote's extraordinary
psychological investigation. Brooks is also the director who
brought us Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,
Key Largo, The Killers, and Blackboard Jungle, all of which
could make a more inclusive favorite film list.
- Midnight Cowboy (John
Schlesinger, 1969). A touching tour of the seedier side. Dustin Hoffman
and
Jon Voigt give stellar performances. My second favorite Voigt
film is the disturbing and atmospheric Deliverance. My favorite Hoffman's
are Papillon, Little Big Man, and Lenny . Rain Man is seriously overrated.
Hoffman and Schlesinger team up again, effectively, in Marathon Man, but I find Olivier
underwhelming--in any case, it's a nice juxtaposition of character
acting and method acting. My second favorite Schlesinger is Darling.
- Night of the Living Dead
(George Romero, 1968). A damn good movie, and the first American film,
as far as I
know to have a black protagonist, but no discussion of race. Brilliant
opening scene. For the zombie genre, also check of Peter Jackson's over
the top Dead Alive (which is
much better than his Tolkien adaptations). Some of my other favorite
horror
films include 2000 Maniacs, The Bad
Seed, Basket Case, Evil Dead, Frankenstein, Invasion
of the Body
Snatchers, Psycho,
Rosemary's Baby, The Shining, Texas
Chainsaw
Massacre, and The
Wickerman.
- Shock Corridor (Samuel
Fuller, 1963). Sam Fuller was rightly called the tabloid poet for
his gritty, high impact glorified B-movies, that influenced many other
directors including the pioneers of the French New Wave. Luc
Moullet praised Fuller as a director who has nothing to say, but much
to do. Highlights include his seedy cold-war noir, Pickup on South Street, and The Naked Kiss, which has one of
the best opening sequences in movie history. Shock Corridor, my favorite, tells
the tale of a journalist who gets himself committed to an insane asylum
with the hope that he can write a Pulitzer prize winning story.
Though clearly sensationalizing, the film also offers some sympathetic
portraits of the mentally ill. Other outstanding asylum films
include Head Against the Wall,
Splendor in the Grass, Suddenly
Last
Summer, One Flew Over
the Cuckcoo's Nest,
and The Ninth Configuration.
- Whatever Happened To Baby Jane?
(Robert Aldrich, 1962). Bette Davis is unforgettable as a former child
star,
who must look after a disabled sister (Joan Crawford) whom she
despises. The film is frightening and sad, and it also includes some
good tips on how to apply make-up. Bette Davis also plays a
past-peak performer in All About Eve,
which
is
a
phenomenal
movie.
For
a
third
extraordinary
film
about
a
fallen Hollywood star, see Billy Wilder's Sunset Boulevard (above).
- Who's Afraid of
Virginia Woolf
(Mike Nichols, 1966). This Edward Albee adaptation is not exactly
easy
to watch. Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton play the alcoholic
couple from hell, and, after watching it, you'll never want to drink
with your colleagues again. Taylor and Burton give astonishingly
good performances. Other good films by Mike Nichols includeThe Graduate, Silkwood, and Carnal Knowledge.
For equally uplifting films about alcohol, see Billy
Wilder's Lost Weekend or
Blake Edwards's Days of Wine and
Roses. For
more fun with Richard Burton, see Night
of
the
Iguana.
1970s
- Annie Hall (Woody Allen,
1977).
Woody Allen is like a trip home for me. His characters are typical
neurotic New Yorkers, who all think too much. This is his best romantic
comedy. For a more cynical look at romance, see Husbands and Wives. I also
love Crimes and Misdemeanors,
Manhattan, and some Allen's sillier comedies, including Sleeper, Bananas, and Take the Money and Run.
- Five Easy Pieces (Bob Rafelson, 1970). This
film
established Jack Nicholson as one of the most important American actors
for the next three decades. Though not as acclaimed as One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest,
this film is more subtle and complex. Here as elsewhere,
Nicholson is
both loathsome and endearing. I think this is his best performance.
- The Godfather (Francis
Ford
Coppola, 1972). It's a hard choice between this one and the sequel;
both are
totally engrossing, enduring, and archetypal. I picked the first
one for the horse in bed. One thing that makes these films impressive
is Coppola's ability to handle multiple characters at once--a skill he
shares with Robert Altman, who pulls this off masterfully in Nashville and Shortcuts. The third
installment of the Godfather trilogy
is better skipped; it's marred by the awkward performance of Sophia
Coppola. She makes up for it as a director. For a better film about an
aging mobster, see Touchez Pas au
Grisbi with Jean Gabin. Coppola's other masterpeice is Apocalypse Now, which may be the
best American war film of all time.
- The Last Movie (Dennis
Hopper,
1971). On the heels of his breaktrhough success with Easy Rider, Dennis Hopper produced
one of the most resiliently unmarketable, unwatchable films of the
decade. A deconstruction of cinema that pokes fun at the
film-making process, the myth of celebrity, and the macho mystique of
cowboys. Hopper gives a characteristically unsettling
performance, but the risks he takes as a director are even more
laudable, if not entirely successful.
- Three Women (Robert
Altman, 1977). Altman made so many good films over his career
that it's hard to pick a favorite. His ambitious multi-character
films, like Nashville and Short Cuts, are perhaps his most
impressive. But this chilling chracter study about identity,
mistreatment, and madness is my personal favorite. Sissey Spacek
and Altman regular, Shelly Duvall are particularly compelling as two
women united by the their social ineptitude. Janice Rule, the
third woman, works effictively as the conscience of the film. My
second favorte Spacek film is Terrence Malick's badlands, and my second
favorite Duvall is Altman's McCabe and Mrs. Miller; these two also
stand out as among the best films of the decade, and they would make an
illuminating double feature.
- Taxi Driver (Martin
Scorsese, 1976). The perfect antihero film. De Nero has never been
better,
Cybill Shepherd gives one of her better performances, and Jodie Foster
deconstructs the damsel in distress. The movie
also contains my professional mantra, "One of these
days, I'm gonna get organizized." After Taxi Driver, my favorite Scorcese
films are Mean Streets and Raging Bull.
1980s-present
(Are
there any
truly great American films since the 70s? Films that could be
listed among the best ever made?)
British Films
- Brief Encounter (David
Lean, 1954). A sensitively handled film about an affair.
Lean is
better known for his epics (Lawrence
of Arabia and Bridge Over the
River Kwai), but this film has a more human touch, and unlike
those other films, he attempts to tell this story (based on a Noel
Coward play) from a woman's perspective.
- A Clockwork Orange
(Stanley Kubrick, 1971). A
Clockwork Orange succeeds by depicting extreme violence under a
vaneer irresistable mod kitsch. The viewer is forced into
complicity by finding enterainment in cruelty. Ironically, the
film is the inversion of the re-conditioning at the center of it's
plot, in so far as it innoculates against horror, and thus serves as a
commentary on film itself. Kubrick's mastery as a directer can be
seen both in his attention to detail, and his ability to create
masterpieces in multiple genre (Clockwork
and 2001 would both easily
make a top-ten sci-fi list, and Paths
of
Glory, The Shining, The Killing, and Dr. Strangelove are aslo top
examples of their respective species). My second favorte Kubrick
is Lolita.
- If... (Lindsay Anderson,
1968).
Malcolm McDowell is more known for his A Clockwork Orange, but this
portrait of life in an English boarding school is also highly
rewarding. It is beautifully shot in a combination of color and black
and white, and the soundtrack features the phenomenal Misa Luba, an
African mass. If... harks back to Jean Vigo's Zero For
Conduct,
another boarding school story, produced at a time when there was no
clear boundary between film and art. Lindsay Anderson's other
masterpeice is This Sporting Life,
which
is
less
artful,
but
might
just
be
the
finest
British
film ever
made.
- The Lion in Winter
(Anthony Harvey, 1968). Ignore the silly outfits in the
pseudo-Shakespearean
melodrama and listen to the dialog.
Katharine Hepburn and Peter O'Toole head up a highly dysfunctional
royal family. Anthony Hopkins makes a brilliant debut. O'Toole is
also wonderful in Lawrence of Arabia,
but
this
film
is
more
entertaining
and
more
quotable.
Hepburn
delivers
one
of my favorite lines in movie history during the
finale. It's not my favorite Hepburn picture, however. That
prize goes to Suddenly Last Summer.
- The Loneliness of the Long
Distance Runner (Tony Richardson, 1962). The British New
Wave was famous, in part, for a sub-sub-genre: films about angry young
men. This is perhaps the finest, or at least most representative,
of that genre (The Sporting Life
may be finer). Boredom, poverty, neglect, and alienation blend together
to form a cocktail of disaffected anti-authoritarianism which courses
through the lead character. It's the same sensibility you find in
British punk rock years later, but with less humor. Richardson
made other fine films, including the influential kitchen sink drama, Look Back in Anger, the politically
corageousTaste of Huney, and
the iconic Tom Jones. He
also
made
a
terrific
French
thriller,
Mademoiselle,
with
his
then
wife
Jeanne Moreau, based on a Marguerite Dumas
adaptation of a Jean Genet story.
- Monty Python and the Holy Grail
(Terry Gilliam, 1975). Where'd you get the coconuts?
- Peeping Tom (Michael
Powell, 1960). Though essentially a B-movie, this film delights
with
its creepy protagonist, stylized suspense, and super-saturated
technicolor. Powell is famous for his luscious collaborations
with Emeric Pressburger, such as the magical realist dance classic, Red Shoes, and the psychosexual
nun drama, Black Narcissus.
Here
Powell
branches
out
on
his
own
to
tell
the
story
of a murderous,
perverted filmmaker. Released the same year as Psycho, it shocked audiences and
lead to Powell's banishment from British film-making. Though
hardly timeless, the film does hold up for it's period aesthetic and
for it's sympathetic depiction of a man made monstrous by childhood
abuse.
- Room at the Top (Jack
Clayton, 1959). Ambition and heartbreak in this equisitely
conceived Brit classic. Simone Signorete gives an extraordinary
performance as the aging lover of an upwardly mobile young man.
- The Servant (Joseph
Losey, 1963). Dirk Bogarde delivers a grippingly sinester
performance as a plotting servant in Losey's classic socially conscious
thriller. My second favorite Bogarde is Schesinger's Darling, and my third favorite
Accident, which is also directed by Losey and written, like The Servent, by Harold
Pinter. Among Losey's other works, honorable mention must go to The Boy with Green Hair.
- The Third Man (Carol
Reed, 1949). This perfect British noir classic set in post-war
Vienna features excellent performances by Joseph Cotten and Orsen
Welles.
It's also known for its Oscar winning cinematography and mesmerizing
zither soundtrack. Cotton and Welles had teamed up before in both
Citizen Kane and The Magnificent Ambersons; but on
those occasions Welles was in the director's chair. The Third Man
is more entertaining than either. My second favorite Carol Reed
film is The Fallen Idol, about
a
man
under
suspicion
of
killing
his
wife,
and
a
boy
who knows what
really happened.
English Speaking Countries Outside UK & US (in progress)
- Careful (Guy
Maddin, 1992). A truly strange Canadian film about a Alpine
village in
which every one avoids making loud noises because they might set off an
avalanche. This in an homage to The Brothers Grim, Freud, and
Wagner, and it is shot using a two-color process that makes it look
like a hand-colored black and white photograph. Maddin's Tales from the Gimli Hospital is
also worthwhile, as is The Saddest
Music in The World, which stars is Isabella Rosselini as a rich,
legless entertainment promoter, possessed by grief and greed. The
aesthetic in these films shares something with David Lynch's best work,
Eraserhead, but they are
more campy than creepy.
- Videodrome (David
Cronenberg, 1983). Cronenberg is one of the most
original
directors of recent times, and one of the best directors from
Canada. His work contrasts interestingly with Adam Egoyan,
another Canadian, because both make films at the boundary between
mainstream and avant garde, with philosophical themes, but Egoyan tends
to be pretentious, where Cronenberg is just the opposite. His films
often have a B-movie feel, which makes them accessible and cultishly
entertaining. Videodrome
is my favorite by far, and not jut because it features Deborah Harrie
at her prime and James Wood. It is a sci fi horror story that
explored the boundary between entertainment and reality, flesh and
technology, mind and media.
French Films
- Ascenseur Pour L'Echafaud
(Louis Malle, 1958). Proto New Wave thriller with a brilliant Miles
Davis soundtrack. Need I say more? The plot is simple (an
adulterous couple plot a murder a murder, and everything goes wrong
from there), but it's completely riveting. For other proto New
Wave crime
films, see Pepe Le Moko, Quai
des
Brumes, Touchez Pas au
Grisbi, Rififi, and Bob le Flambeur. The first
three on this list all star the extraordinary Jean Gabin. My
second favorite Malle film is The
Lovers, which scandelized audiences and led to a Supreme Court
case on pornography when it was released.
- The Children of Paradise
(Marcel Carné, 1945). This fairytale soap opera presents
the
lives and loves of a group of performing artists. Carné is
something of a magical realist. Nothing peculiar happens, but
somehow Carné infuses his familiar story with a kind of poetic
magic that makes it completely captivating. He creates a
similar mood in Le Quai des Brumes
and Le Jour se Levé,
both with Jean Gabin. For another magical French film about love,
don't miss Jean Vigo's L'Atalante,
which
one
of
Truffaut's
favorite
films.
- Girl at the Monceau Bakery (Eric
Rohmer,
1963).
This
release
actually
contains
two
shorts,
Monceau
Bakery and Susanne's Career,
which
are
the
first
installments
of
Rohmer's
moral
tales.
I love the whole film
series, especially Claire's Knee and
Chloe in the Afternoon.
Rohmer has a Sisyphusian view of romance, and his male characters are
usually appealingly loathsome. I am less enthralled by Rohmer's
later films, which are often repellently innocuous.
- Jules and Jim (Francois
Truffaut, 1962). Truffaut was the first Cahiers du Cinema critic to make a
feature film, and, in so doing, effectively launched the French New
Wave. That effort was his masterful 400 Blows, which is one of the best
films
ever made about the frustrations of childhood. But 400 Blows bears some resemblance
to easlier films, including
Vigo's surreal Zero for Conduct,
and
some
works
of
Italian
neo-realism,
such
as
De
Sica's
Shoeshine.
Truffaut
did
more to shape the distinctive style of the new wave
in writing the screenplay for Godard's Breathless, and the crowning
acheivement of his own new wave efforts is this film, Jules and Jim, a subtle,
humane, temporally extended, convenion defeying, vaguely existential
story of a love triangle. I am also fond of other Traufaut
films,
including especially Shoot the
Piano Player and The Wild
Child. The former is a quintessential new wave ganster
film, and the latter tells the touching true story of the Victor, the
Wild Boy of
Aveyron, who
was discovered in the woods at the dawn of the 19th century. Truffaut
plays Itard, the physician who tried to civilize Victor and teach him
language. For another wild boy film, see Herzog's The Enigma of Kasper Hauser.
- Last Year at Marienbad
(Alain Resnais, 1961). This film isn't for everyone, because it is
short on
plot and heavy on narration. It's based on a screenplay by Alain
Robbe-Grillet, the guiding force behind the nouveau roman movement in
French literature. Like Robbe-Grillet's novels, this film manages to be
intensely psychological while focusing narrative attention of
architectural details and other minutia. Another great writer,
Marguerite Dumas, wrote the screenplay for Resnais's Hiroshima Mon
Amour, which is a gripping study of impossible love and the tragedy
of war. For something a little less experimental, I also like
Resnais La Guerre et Finie,
which examines the futility of leftist efforts in fascist Spain.
Robbe-Grillet also did some directing, and his Trans-Europ-Express and L'Immortelle are among my
favorite new wave fims of all time.
- Les Bonnes Femmes (Claude
Chabrol, 1960). Chabrol is considered the French Hitchcock, and, though
apt,
that title does not do justice the originality of his films. This is my
favorite. Every character and every scene is memorable. Totally
ordinary people, yet completely bizarre; the subtle weirdness of the
commonplace. I also like other Chabrol films including The Butcher
and This Man Must Die, but Les Bonnes Femme is my
favorite.
- My Life to Live (Jean-Luc
Godard, 1962).
Anna Karina plays a woman who descends (?) from her life as a
mother/wife to a life a prostituion. Not the most quintessential
Godard, but perhaps the most evocative. There
are
many other Godard films that I love, including his fims about
relationships, such as Weekend,
with
its
excruciating
30
minute
car
wreck,
Masculin-Femanin,
about
gender
warfare, A Married Woman,
about an unfaithful wife, and Contempt,
with
Brigitte
Bardot
victimized
by
her
film-maker
husband
(self-critique?).
Godard can pull off poitical cinema as
well, as in La Chinoise, with it's sympathetic
but also scathing critique of fashionable
Marxism, and even the more recent Notre
Musique. I also like Godard's genre desonstructions, like Les Carabiniers,
which perverts the war film into an idiotic farce (see also Luc
Moullet's ostentatiously imbecilic, The
Smugglers), and A Band
of
Outsiders, which pokes fun at crime films. Of course,
the best introduction to French new wave cinema Godard's Breathless, with its flagrant
amatuerism, hand-held cameras, frequent jump-cut, thin story line,
plot-irrelevant scenes, narrative
ambiguity, and internal film references. The second best
introduction may be Jacques Rivette's neglected masterpeice, Paris Belongs to Us, in which
Godard makes a cameo appearance.
- The Pickpocket (Robert
Bresson, 1959). Bresson may be my favorite director. His characters
(usually
played by non-actors) speak without affect and engage in extreme,
seemingly gratuitous acts. Despite all this, or perhaps because of it,
his characters seem deeply
human. They wrestle with fundamental existential problems:
freedom, faith, morality. The
Pickpocket
is the story of a thief whose motives for stealing are
inscrutible. In a related film, L'Argent, Bresson follows
the descent from petty crime into extreme criminality. My second
favorite Bresson, Au Hasard Balthazar,
is about the mundane cruelties of everyday life as seen through the
eyes of an donkey. I am also fond of Une
Femme
Douce, which is about a woman
led to suicide by the stifling banality of her life, and Mouchette,
which
is
a
devastating
portrait
of
a
girl
who
is
victimized
but refuses
to be a victim. For
another great film about a pickpocket, see Sam Fuller's Pickup on Southstreet, which may
have inspired Bresson's masterful opening scene. For another
great new wave director with existentialist leadings, see early works
by Agnes Varda, especially Cleo from
5 to 7, and Happiness.
- Rules of the Game (Jean
Renoir, 1939). On the surface, this film is somewhere between a
screwball
comedy and a trite melodrama about love triangles among the gentry.
But, it is also a piece of scathing social criticism. The protagonists
are contemptible, trifling, and self-possessed. They are preoccupied
with rules of decorum, but profoundly lacking in common decency.
Renoir's The Grand Illusion
is another exquisite piece of social criticism, but there Renoir
balances cynicism with a more glimpses of human decency. Rules of the Game was banned by the
French and burned by the Germans during the
occupation.
- Wages of Fear
(Henri-Georges Clouzot, 1953). Clouzot is a master of suspense,
and
this is his masterpiece. Diaboloque
was more popular, but this is a more original film and it manages
to illicit almost unbearable tension without and monsters or
murderers. Set in South America, it tells the story of men who
must drive two trucks of highly explosive nitroglycerene across miles
of badly paved roads. My second favorite film by Clouzot is La Verite, in which Brigitte Bardot
gives the performance of her career as a woman who is on trial for
murder, but is, in reality, being judged for having a less than chaste
lifestyle. My third favorite Clouzot iss Le Courbeau, a chillingly cynical
portrait of persecution and paranoia in a small town. Like Rules of the Game, that film
was banned in France, and might have ended Clouzot's career prematurely.
Italian Films
- 8 1/2 (Federico Fellini,
1963).
Fellini's films are amazing. He resides in a world of clowns and
prostitutes that is sometimes unsettling, but always warmly
human. La Dolce Vita
and Amacord are all almost as
good as
this subtly surreal biographical film. I also love the sumptuous
excesses of Satyricon.
For Fellini in a more realist mood, I like Nights of
Cabiria, I Vitelloni,
and La Strada. An even
earlier film, The White Sheik,
anticipates
many
tropes
that
define
Fellini's
mature
work.
It
is
not
in
league with the others, but it is utterly charming.
- L'Avventura (Michelangelo
Antonioni, 1960). L'Avventura begins as a mystery, but it transforms
into a
film about alientation. Antonioni's films confound viewers
because their stories are incidental and characters are treated as
props. Departing radically from Italian neo-realism, his films
are abstract, existential, moddle-class mood studies, rather than
narrative melodramas about the tribulations of working class
life. L'Avventura is
the first film in an excellent trilogy,
with The Eclipse and Red Desert. The latter is one of
the most beautiful films I have ever seen, despite its
minimalist palette. For two more accessible films with a similar
mood, see La Notte, which is
about alienation within a relationship, or The Passenger, with Jack Nicholson,
which deals with alienation from one's own identity. Antonioni's
hit, Blow
Up, is much accessible than any of these, and highly
entertaining (dig the Herbie Handcock soundtrack), but like the others,
it leaves many riddles unanswered. I also like Antonioni's
earlier films, when he was still working with in a neo-realist mould,
especially Il Grido and Story of a Love Affair--both
involve the hopeless longing for a relationship, but in one the lead
character wanders, and in the other the lead waits.
- The Battle of Algiers
(Gillo Pontecorvo, 1966). This film about the Algerian
independence
movement is essential viewing for anyone who wants deeper insight into
terrorism. Rather than portraying terrorist bombers as homicidal
maniacs, Pontecorvo examines how ordinary people can resort to violence
under conditions of occupation. For another classic about
occupation, see Melville's Army of
Shadows--a true strory about the French resistance.
Together, these films show both sides of the French experience with
imperialism. Also worth seeing is Pontecorvo's Queimada, in which Marlon Brando
plays a British colonialist, who helps incite a slave revolution in a
fictional Caribbean country.
- Fists in the Pocket (Marco
Bellocchio,
1965).
Talk
about
dysfunctional
families,
imagine
worrying
about
whether
your
psychotic
brother
might decide to kill your mother
or your other siblings. This is an edgy and entertaining film
was classified as neo-real on its release, but it has a new wave
sensibility. The volatile lead is at war with social conventions
and traditional values. The film also has a fine soundtrack by
Ennio Morricone (my favorite Morricone sountracks are The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly and
The Mission).
- Germany Year Zero (Robert
Rossellini,
1949).
Harrowing
portrait
of
Berlin
just
after
WWII.
The
film
is
shot in the decimated city and recounts the story of a
family struggling to survive. The main character is a young boy
who must find food for the family since his older brother is home-bound
for fear he will be captured by the occupying forces. The sory is
presented without judgment, which is remarkable given the unfavorable
portrait of German's that Rossellini presents in the companion film, Rome, Open City. Even more
than that masterwork, this presents a disturbing glimpse into the human
side of war.
- Love and Anarchy (Lina
Wertmüller, 1973). A touching story set in a brothel.
The
success of the film owes much to Giancarlo Giannini who also appears in
other Wertmüller hits. Here he plays a hapless peasant who
has been recruited to assassinate Mussolini. His expressive face
harks back to the heyday of silent films and has few cinematic rivals.
- Mamma Roma (Pier Paolo
Pasolini, 1962). A harrowing example of Italian Neo-Realism.
Mamma Roma
is a mother and former prostitute who just can't seem to gain respect
and straighten out her life. Accattone
is another fine Neo-Realist effort, but my second favorite Pasolini is Teorema about a young man who
seduces an entire household. If you are in the mood for something
more bizarre, you might try The
Hawks and the Sparows (talking birds) or Pigpen (can you say
cannibalism). For more Neo-Realism, De Sica's classics, Bicycle Theives, Shoeshine, and Umberto D are, of course, also
rewarding, but I prefer the edgier Pasolini films.
- Il Posto (Ermanno Olmi,
1961).
- Rocco and His Brothers
(Luchino
Visconti, 1960). Visconti's masterful film is a Neo-Realist saga about a group of
struggling brothers who have moved up to the big city from the
impoverished south. The brothers range from sympathetic to sick,
and their story is told with a kind of journalistic objectivity,
typical of this period. The film's influence on the Godfather trilogy is
unmistakable. For Visconti in a historical mood, see The Leopard, with Alain Dillon and
Claudia Cardinale. I am also fond of Conversation Piece, about the
tenants from hell.
- Seduced and Abandoned (Pietro
Germi,
1964).
An
unmarried
young
woman
gets
pregnant,
and
her
family
tries
to pressure the father into marrying her, lest the
pregancy destroy the family's good name. That is the premise of
Germi's scathing and comedic critique of the perverse logic guiding the
Sicilian culture of honor. Similar themes are taken up to
great effect in Germi's Divorce
Italian Style, which is even more over-the-top, but I prefer Seduced and Abandoned. Much
of its success derives from Stefania Sandrelli's captivating
performance in the lead role, who, despite being victimized by her
lover and family, remains the symbol of sanity and strength.
Spanish Films - Latin America (in progress)
- Aventurera (Alberto Gout,
1950). The queen of trashy Latin American melodramas.
Aventurera tells the tale
of a decent girl turned into a nighclub singer and prostitute,
hell-bent on revenge. The music is sensational as is the
twisting, turning plot. Strong performances by leading ladies,
Ninon Sevilla and Andrea Palma.
- The Castle of Purity
(Arturo Ripstein, 1975).
- The Criminal Life of Archibaldo
de la Cruz
(Luis Bunuel, 1955). I like all stages of Bunuel's career, from
his
avant
garde early works, like Un Chien
Andalou to his mature
surrealist
masterpieces, such as The
Exterminating Angel, The Discrete
Charm of the
Bourgeoisie, and Phantom
of Liberty. The
Criminal Like of Archibaldo de la Cruz
was done during Bunuel's Mexican period, and it tells the tale of an
artistocrat who thinks he has the power to kill by act of will.
It
covers many classic Bunuel themes: the upper classes, the Church,
machismo culture, and a sexual fetishes. The film is low budget
and
full of wooden performances, but all the deficits in prodcution quality
are fully compensated for by its perverse originality and comic,
surrealistic charm. The film contrasts sharply with my second
favorite
of Bunuel's Mexican films, Los
Olvidados,
which (minus a disturbing surrealistic dream sequence) is a darkly
realist portrait of street kids and their violent world. My
favorite
of Bunuel's late films is That
Obscure Obect of Desire, for which he ended up casting two women
in the lead role
when he fired the troublesome Maria Schneider (Last Tango in Paris) from the set
during production. The best starting place for Bunuel may be Belle de Jour, which is an
accessible and entertaining surrealist classic.
- El Topo (Alejandro
Jodorowsky, 1970). The Ukrainian, Jewish, Chilean artist,
composor, and direcor Jodorowsky does not suffer from a lack of talent,
energy, or originality. His films are among the most unusual that
have ever been made. Offensive, exploitational, violent, absurd,
dated and completely captivating. El Topo (the mole) is his version
of a spagetti western, complete with a mysterious, black-clad, amoral
gunslinger who sets out (for romantic gain) to take on a serious of
increasingly dangerous and bizarre fighting masters who live in a stark
desert landscape. Think Leone meets the Shaw Brothers on
acid. But for all it's low-brow weirdness El Topo remains a peice of
art. It's a blend of pop, po-mo, and shock that anticipates the
sensibility of Jake and Dinos Chapman by 20 years. Other favorite
westerns include Bring me the Head
of Alfredo Garcia, Once Upon
a Time in the West, The Great
Silence, and The Man Whe
Shot Liberty Valance.
- Maria Candalaria (Emilio
Fernández, 1944). A rich land owner covets a poor farmer's
wife, and things go south from there. That is the simple plot of
this draw-droppingly beautiful and poetic film. Rightfully
regarded as one of the high water marks in Mexican cinema, Maria Candalaria is a political
commentary on the integrity of indigenous people, and the hardships
they endure. It is also a great artistic acheivement,
aesthetically akin to masterworks like Soy Cuba. Ironically, the
story also involves a artist, whose desire to capture native beauty
also leads to devastation.
- Memories of Underdevelopment
(Tomás Gutiérrez Alea, 1968). Perhaps the greatest
Cuban
film of all time, Memories
tells the story of a wealthy landloard, writer, and art collector, who
decides to stay in Havana after the revolution. His relationships
with women are a source of disappointment (some are lost memories, some
are mere fantasies, and some go badly wrong), and perhaps they serve as
a metaphor for his relationship to his changing homeland. The
film is quintessentially new wave, and Alea uses newsfootage, montage,
and non-linear narrative elements to great effect.
Spanish Films - Spain (in progress)
- Cria Cuervos (Carlos
Saura, 1976). Ana Torrent gives a captivating performance as a
child who sees too much. The film can be seen as a metaphor for
the way in which Spain's fascist leaders betrayed the people, or as a
commentary on mundane human selfishness and cruelty, or an essay on
memory and lost innocence. The soundtrack is also
excellent, espcially Jeanette's sad and catchy pop hit, Porque te
Vas. Watch this as a double feature with El Sur, below.
- Death of a Cyclist (Juan
Antonio Bardem, 1955).
- El Sur (Victor Erice,
1983).
- Strange Voyage (Fernando
Fernán Gómez, 1964).
Portuguese Films (in progress)
- Black God, White Devil
(Glauber Rocha, 1964). The crowning achievement of Brazil's
Cinema Novo
movement, Rocha blends the realism of Italian filmmaking, the freshness
of the French, the theatrical qualities of the Japanese, and the
lyricism of local folk music. Shot in arid Bahia, this sparsely
scripted masterpiece captures the complexity and contradictions of
Brazilian culture. It tells the story of a poor herder turned
outlaw, who encounters cult leaders and bandits, while hunted by rich
land owners and the church. The influence on Sergio Leone in
aesthetic, theme, and sound design is unmistakable. I am also
fond of Raucha's Terra Em Transe,
which
is
a
kind
of
tragic
visual
political
poem.
- Orfeo Negro (Marcel
Camus, 1959). Magical realism in the favelas of Rio. One of
cinema's great soundtracks adds an added pleasure to this contemporary
retelling of the Orfeus myth, which captures the exuberant spirit of Carnival.
Orfeo Negro triumphantly rejects the prevailing approach of Italian
neo-realism, because it explores rich sources of joy and meaning in the
lives of poor people, rather than melodramatically glorifying hardship
in a pseudo-documentary style. Perhaps the upbeat
lyricism would
have been tempered had Camus been Brazilian rather than French.
- The Unscrupulous Ones (Ruy
Guerra,
1962).
This
exquisitely
composed
Cinema
Novo
classic
presents
an
episode
in
the life of two men who try to profet off the
explotation of women. The result is penetrating psychological
study of casual sadism and wasted youth. It's also a film about
isolation and longing, with each character seeking fruitlessly for
honest affection. The mood evokes Antonioni, but it's edgier, and
the style and setting are unquestionably Brazilian.
Japanese Films
- Branded To Kill (Seijun
Suzuki, 1967). Suzuki made a series of gangster films in the
1960s that
become increasing abstract. By the time he made this film, he had
essentially given up on plot. The film is a series of amazingly
photographed vignettes involving a mobster (the Number 3 Killer), who
has sexual obsession with the scent of boiling rice. Susuki was
promptly fired and almost lost his career for crafting this rarified
masterpiece. Other great Susuki films include Gate of Flesh, about a gang of post
WWII prostitutes, Youth of the Beast,
about
sadistic
mobsters
and
a
vengeful
cop,
and
Tokyo
Drifter, about a gangster who
tries to get out of the business. The last of these films, with
its stylized Technicolor photography and funky jazz soundtrack,
is regarded as an important work of a pop art. Perhaps his
greatest film, however, is Story of
a Prostitute, which is more subtle and serious than any of these.
- The Burmese Harp (Kon
Ichikawa, 1956). American WWII films tend to glorify the
war.
Things looked different from the Japanese side. This poetic film
tells the story of Japanese soldiers in Burma at the end of the
war. It advertises the dignity of peace and compassion over the
honor of victory and conquest. To see a less sympathetic
perspective on the Japanese, see Wen Jiang's Devil's on The Doorstep, which
tells the story of Chinese villagers who are trusted to hide a captured
Japanese soldier and his translator in a town that has been occupied by
the Japanese army.
- Death by Hanging (Nagisa
Oshima, 1969). Oshima is mostly known for his artful erotic
(or pinku) films, but his output is diverse and highly
impressive. Death by
Hanging is part farce, part social commentary, part surrealist
experiment, part philosophical essay. It deals with Japan's
bigotry towards Koreans and with the morality of the death
penalty. It also raises two perennial philosophical questions:
what is the link between memory and identity? are we responsible
for our actions or are we shaped by our environment? The impact
of the film is helped by the lead actor whose stoic performance
transforms him into a moral beacon despite having a monstrous
past. My second and third favorite Oshima films are Diary of a Shinjuku Thief and Boy. The other great director
to bridge pinku and arthouse is Koki Wakamatsu, whose films are more
avant garde, more political, and more sadistic than Oshinma's.
- The Face of Another
(Hiroshi Teshigihara, 1966) This is the stunningly photographed story
of a
man who loses his face in a chemical accident and is given a
replacement by a deranged plastic surgeon. The new face changes
the protagonist's personality, raising interesting questions about
identity and character. I also love
Teshigaha's haunting and beautiful
allegorical film, Woman in the Dunes,
as well as his genre-blending first feature, Pitfall (a murder mystery, leftist
social critique, and ghost story all in one). All three of these
are adaptations of Kobo Abe novels. If you want a
good double feature, watch The Face
of Another with Georges Franju's brilliant French horror-noir, Eyes Without A Face. For
other films that deal with identity, I'd strongly recommend Antonioni's
The Passenger ,
Bergman's Persona, and
Kiarostrami's Close-Up (below).
- Flame and Woman (Kiju
Yoshida,
1967). Not well know in the West, Yoshida was a major figure in
Japan's new wave. Flame and
Woman
is about a woman who becomes obsessed with the natural father of
her
child after getting articficially inseminated. Yoshida's films
are
masterpeices of aesthetic
formalism. In Flame and Woman,
the
camera
is
often looking down on the actors. In Heoric Purgatory, the
camera consistently crops actors at the neck, leaving large
expanses of empty space. In The
Affair, their is a vertical line at about the midpoint of almost
every
shot, subtly dividing the image in two. The Affair
is my second favorite Yoshida; it's about the
affairs of a woman whose mother had affairs and whose husband is
having an affair.
- The Pornographers (Shohei
Imamura, 1966). A quirky and entertaining film about the family life of
a pornographer who becomes obsessed with making a perfect sex
doll. Despite it's theme, this is not a "pinku" film--no
gratuitous sex or nudity (compare Wakamatsu). It indulges in some
of the the bizarre excesses of that genre, withou the distraction of
actually containing ponrnographic elements. It is more of a
deranged and comedic family drama. For the more serious side of
Imamura, see The Insect Woman,
which
can
be
interesting
juxtaposed
with
Naruse's
supperb
When
a Woman Ascends the Stairs.
Another fascinating effort is the pseudo-documentary A Man Vanishes, which should be
watched along with Teshigahara's The
Man Without a Map.
- Onibaba (Kaneto
Shindô, 1964). A stunningly beautiful and nightmarish film,
about
feudal Japan. Two women survive by killing samurai and selling
their armor. The film is based on an old fable, and it includes
the most beautiful footage of grass fields that I have ever seen.
Shondo's aestheticism is apparent throughout his work. Naked Island, for example,
resembles a Hokusai manga.
- Rashomon (Akira
Kurosawa). There is no way to select a favorite Kurosawa film. Few
directors have created as many masterpieces. Rashomon is not the most sumptuous
(that honor goes to Ran), nor
the most moving (Ikuru is the
obvious choice), nor the most entertaining (for that see Yojimbo, The Seven Samurai, or High and Low), but it may be
the most innovative. The film involves a trial in which we are shown
multiple perspectives on the same event. It reminds us that film, even
when factual, can present only a version of reality.
- Sansho the Bailiff (Kenji
Mozoguchi,
1954).
A
heart-wrenching
epic
set
in
medieval
Japan.
It
tells
the
story
of a family torn apart when the father is exiled, the mother is
sold as a courtesan, and the children are forced into slavery. Almost
every scene is poignant, and each shot is exquisitely framed like a
wood block print. Mozoguchi's Ugetsu
and
Life of Oharu are
equally rewarding. Ugetsu focuses
on
the
consequences
of
greed
and
the
horrors
of
war;
Oharu
tells the almost unbearable story of a women who is sold by her family
intro prostitution. These films are unmistakably
Japanese in their focus on family, duty, status, and tradition.
- Tokyo Story (Yasujiro
Ozu, 1953). Ozu's masterpeice is a movie story about aging and
the
clash
between old Japan and new. Executed with charactersitc
subtlety and understatement, no film better captures the style of
this master director. Also not the frequent use of low camera
angles, which give this film a distinctively Japanese aesthetic.
The camera, like the performers, is often sitting on the floor.
My second favorite Ozu is Late Spring
and perhaps, after that, Floating
Weeds. Though, really, the whole corpus is great,
and, like a painter, many of the films are thematically and
stylistically related.
Indian Films (in progress)
- Cloud-Capped Star (Ritwik
Ghatak, 1960). Ghatak's most famous film tells the story of a
woman who is exploited by her family -- members of the Bengali
community displaced after the creation of Bangaladesh. Though
noteworthy for it's feminist themes, the tragic theme is not unusual in
Indian cinema. What makes the film so striking is Ghatak's
direction, including his masterful sound design, which gives the film a
haunting and poetic quality. Also checj out Ghatak's Subarnorekha.
- Interview (Mrinal Sen, 1970).
Indian cinema is more known for Bollywood splash than for avant garde
experimentation, but Mrinal Sen made films whose artisitic merits rival
the great European autures. This Kafkaesque entry in his Calcutta
trilogy tells the tale of a man who is desperately tyring to find a
Western suit for a job interview. Sen plays with the viewer
throughout and preserves a light and ironic touch, but doesn't lose
touch of the serious subject matter: a critique of capitalism and
colonialism. My second favorite Sen is Bhuvan Shome--a creatively crafted
and charmingly acted tale of a tough boss who grows a heart.
- Pather Panchali (Satyajit
Ray, 1955). The
most
famous
Bengali
film
in
the
West
is
almost
certainly
Ray's
masterful,
Pather Panchali. This is the
first film in Ray's Apu trilogy, and the most moving.
Ray manages to avoid facile sentimentality while breaking your
heart. The third film in the trilogy is my second favorite, and
the second ranks third. Ray directed an impressive number of
first rate films that are less known then these. Outside the
trilogy, my favorite is Charulata.
- Pyaasa (Guru
Dutt, 1957). My favorite Bollywood film, this is a
poignant story about a struggling poet, who is shunned by his
family.
Dutt directs and plays the lead, giving a haunting performance. Dutt's Kaagaz
Ke
Phool is also extraordianry, and he is an excellent leading
man in Abrar Alvi's Sahib Bibi
Aur Ghula,
which is an interesting study in gender and caste. All these
films are from the Golden Age of Bollywood cinema. Like current
films from Mumbai, they are musicals, but this should not
be
off-putting. They are not at all corny; the music is gorgeous,
and
they give the films a magical realist quality.
- Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam (Abrar
Alvi,
1962).
A
story
of
decadence
and
decline,
set
in
the
household
of rich man who indulges in wine an women, leaving his wife
into despair. Guru Dutt plays an architect of humble means and
high caste, who serves as the narrator and conscience of the
film. The acting, music, and editting are superb and the story,
while indulging in some architypes and cliches, provides a fascinating
window in Indian culture and history.
- Shree 420 (Raj Kapoor,
1955). It's hard to choose between Raj Kapoor films. They
often deal with an honest and poor protagonist, heavily inspired by
Chaplin's little tramp, who discovers corruption in the big city.
They are lushly produced, with great music, and a classic Bollywood
blend of comedy, tragedy, romance, and fast-paced drama. In this
one, Kapoor is a homeless bumpkin who falls for a school teacher played
by superstar Nargis. In his efforts to woo her, he decides to
take up a lucrative life of crime (the title refers to the Indian
criminal code). It's all very over-the-top, of course, but no one
can pull this off as well as Kapoor. For another good film about
a poor man in the big city, see Mitra and Mitra's Jagte Raho.
Middle Eastern Films (in progress)
- Adrift on the Nile (Hussein
Kamal,
1971).
Ostensibly
a
moral
tale,
about
excessive
drinking
and
drug
use,
this film gives us a window into the decadent world of
Egypt's social elite. In some ways, it recalls Antionioni's
explorations of the aimless upper echelon, but the the deviant clique
featured in this film includes a wider range of social stata, including
performing artists, and a disaffected city clerk. The moralizing
works because the characters are portayed with sympathy, everyone is
equally guilty, and the theme is escapism not iniquity.
- Cairo Station (Youssef
Chahine, 1958). A neo-realist picture from Egypt revolving around
a group of poor women who sell soft drinks for pocket change.
Part thriller, part expose, and part social commentary, Chahine gives
depth and dignity to characters who have failed to follow prevailing
social norms.
- Gaav (Dariush Mehrjui,
1969). This breakthrough film marks the dawn of great Iranian
cinema. A farmer loses his cow and descends into madness.
Almost every shot is memorable, starting with the opening titles.
The film is a window into village life in Iran, but also a universal
portrait of loss. For a more recent, brilliant Mehrjui, see Hamoun.
- A Moment of Innocence
(Mohsen
Makhmalbaf, 1996). An a young political activist Makhmalbaf
stabbed a
policeman. In this film, he re-enacts that event. The film
moved
between re-enactment and the director's interactions with the cast
members, whose lives echo his own past. An innovate film from one
of
Iran's best current directors. I also recommend Makhmalbaf's The Cyclist,
a moving and mythic story about a poor man who agrees to cycle for days
without stopping in order to pay hospital bills for his dying wife.
- The Nightingale's Prayer (Henry
Barakat,
1960).
An
Egyptian
feature
based
on
a
classic
novel
dealing
with
the mistreatment of women in both small towns and big
cities. Essentially a melodrama, but the acting and art direction
are superb, the plots twists effectively, the characters are
compelling, and the message has deep moral resonance. There is
also something irresistably clever about the central narrative device:
love is a murder weapon.
- The Wind Will Carry Us
(Abbas
Kiarostrami, 1999). Essentially a visual poem, this film follows
the
mundane routines of a man who has come to a remote village to
photograph a mourning ritual. Though virtually plotless, the film
explores the protagonist's changing attitude toward death against the
background of a place that is frozen in time. This may be
Kiarostrami's masterpiece but other films come close. In Taste of Cherry, he follows a man
who is looking for someone to help him commit suicide. Close-Up
is a semi-documentary re-enactment of an incident in which a poor man
impersonated the director Makhmalbaf in order to win the affection of a
wealthy family. All are brilliant.
Other East Asian Films (in progress)
- The Housemaid (Ki-Young
Kim, 1960). In this perfect psychosexual thriller, a middle class
family hires a maid who proceeds to seduce the husband.
Will the wife try to kill her? Or will she kill the wife?
Ki-Young Kim uses sound, situation, sordid characters, and striking
imagery to keep viewers at the edge of their seats. The film came
out the same year as Psycho
and Peeping Tom, and it
belongs in the same league.
- In the Mood for Love
(Wong Kar-Wai, 2000). This is an exquisite essay on unfulfilled love.
Wong
ingeniously frustrates the viewer by shooting scenes from behind
barriers and keeping central characters concealed from the camera.
Watching it, you feel like a voyeur, which captures both the eroticism
of the relationship portrayed and the impossibility of its
consummation. The film is visually stunning and the soundtrack is
superb. The sequal, 2046 is almost as pleasing
aesthetically, but it's not nearly as haunting emotionally. For a
better choice, see Wong Kar-Wai's masterful early effort, Days of Being Wild, which forecasts
the style of In the Mood For Love,
or
see
his
neo-new
wave
hit,
Chun
King Express.
- Last Life in the Universe
(Pen-Ek Ratanaruang, 2003). A Japanese man with OCD get involved
with an untidy Thai woman in Bangkok in this carefully paced, surreally
inflected, imaginatively conceived film. There are also some
dramatic subplots here, having to do with suicide, mobsters, and car
crashes, but these twists take backstage to the unlikely and somewhat
ambiguous relationship in the foreground.
- Raise the Red Lantern (Yimou
Zhang,
1991).
Gong
Li
is
extraordinary
as
the
fourth
wife
on
a wealthy
landowner. She must compete with other wives to gain favors from him,
the small rewards in a life of servitude. Few films are more
beautifully photographed. Yimou Zhang casts Gong Li again in his, To
Live, which is a classic reveral of fortune tale and a powerful
lesson in 20th century Chinese history. From feudal corruption to
Communist kitsch.
- What Time is It There
(Ming-liang Tsai, 2001). One of the more interesting active
directors, Ming-liang Tsai focues, in this film, on the themes of time
and solitude. A young man who sells watches on the street starts
changing public clocks to European time when an attractive stranger
tells him she is going on a trip to Paris. Her experience there,
like his back home, is lonely and lacking in direction. Shades of
Antonioni here and also a tribute to Truffaut with a cameo by
Jean-Pierre Léaud.
German Films (in progress)
- The Blue Angel (Josef
von Sternberg, 1930). The ultimate Weimar Period film, The Blue Angels tells the story of
a professor, Emil Jannings, who falls in love with a night club singer,
Marlene Dietrich, who leads him on a path to destruction. Should
we blame the singer, the professor, or the social system that makes
status lines impenetratble? The film is morally ambiguous, but it
deilvers a subtle jab at the status norms of high society. Both
stars do a superb job; it's probably Dietrich's best role, and
Janning's second best (his best is in Murnau's extraordinarily
well-shot silent classic, The Last
Laugh). Jannings ended his distinghuished carreer in
dishonor, becaue he was an active supporter of Hitler during the
war. Dietrich moved to the United States just before the release
of The Blue Angel, and
became a staunch critic of Hitler, receiving a Medal of Honor for her
efforts to denouce Nazis through entertainment. She and von
Sternberg made other great films in the States, including Shanghai Express and Morocco.
- Fitzcaraldo (Werner
Herzog, 1982). So many Herzog films tell the same story: an obsessed
man,
taking on an incredible challenge, for no good reason. This is
perhaps his greatest work. Klaus Kinski wants to bring opera to a
remote part of the Amazon, and to fulfill his ambition, he needs to
move a ship over a stretch of land to get from one river to
another. A documentary about the making of this film, Burden of Dreams, is almost as
good. My second-favorite Herzog-Kinski collaboration is Aguirre, Wrath of God, based, like Apocalypse Now, on Conrad's Heart of Darkness.
- The Goalie's Anxiety After the
Penalty Kick (Wim
Wenders, 1972). A goalie goes off wandering after poor
performance on the field. He commits an arbitrary murder and then
continues on his aimless journey. Like Antonioni, Wenders
is interested in alienation, and he trades in plot for
mood. My other favorite Wenders films include Paris,Texas (in English),The
Wrong
Move (with a young Nastassja Kinski), and The American Friend (with Denis
Hopper in Wender's rendition of the book that inspired The Talented Mr. Ripley and Plein Soleil).
Many people love Wings of Desire, which, like The Goalie's Anxiety, is based on a
Peter Handke story, but I find it a bit pretentious in comparison to
Wenders's earlier films.
- M (Fritz Lang, 1931).
Perhaps my
favorite film of all time. Peter Lorre is magnificent a child killer,
who gains our sympathy when he is hunted by all walks of society:
parents, police, mobsters, and beggars. Lange uses sound brilliantly
from the opening nursery rhyme to the terrifying whistle of the Peer
Gynt suite. I also recommend Fury,
Fritz
Lang's
first
American
film,
for
another
look
at
how
ordinary
people
can become possessed by a thirst for retribution. Scarlet Street is also terrific,
with Edward G. Robinson as an amature painter who gets snookered by a
femme fatale.
- Why Does Herr R. Run Amok?
(Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1970). Fassbinder was the enfant
terrible of
German cinema, and is his short career he produced an astonishing
number of good films. So consistently good, in fact, that it is
hard to pick a favorite. He is better known for The Marriage of Maria Braun and The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant.
Herr R. is a film about
the pointless inanity of middle-class life. In scene after scene,
shot in an unadorned documentary style, Fassbinder exposes the trivial
agonies of modern existence (striving for a promotion, gossiping
neighbors, outings with in-laws, etc.). Other favorites include Ali: Fear Eats the Soul, In a Year with 13 Moons, and Veronica Voss.
- Yesterday Girl (Alexander
Kluge,
1966).
A
major
influence
on
Fassbinder,
Alexander
Kluge
effectively
launches
new
german cinema with this, his first
feature. Kluge's sister plays a Jewish woman from East Germany
who has imagrated to the West in search of a better life.
Instead, she finds herself imprisoned, repeatedly fired, evicted, and
abandoned. The film is austerely shot, and exploits numerous
unconventional stylistic and narrative devices, which frustrate
interpetation and give it an enduringly irreverant vitality.
Kluge's brilliance also shines in The
Artist in the Circus Dome: Clueless, the closely related Die Unbezähmbare Leni Peickert,
and
Part-time Work of a Domestic
Slave.
Scandinavian Films (in progress)
- Breaking the Waves (Lars
von Trier, 1996). With emotionally raw scripts, provocative
themes, and glitz-free cinematic style, the Dogma 9 group is producing
some of the most innovative films these days. Lars von Trier is
arguably the best in the group. Breaking
the
Waves
(set in Scottland and acted in Eglish, rather than
von Trier's native Danish) tells the devestating story of a woman whose
husband urges her to find lovers after he is injured in an industrial
accident. Von Trier's other evocative films include Dogville and Dancer in the Dark (with a
gut-wrenching lead performance by Bjork, who also composed the stirring
sountrack).
- Day of Wrath (Carl
Dreyer, 1943). Set in the 17th century, a young woman falls in
love with the son of her own husband, an aging minester, and is
suspected of being a witch. The film is spiritually ambiguous
(are there really supernatural powers at work?) and morally ambiguous
(do we pity the yong woman or dispise her?). Dreyer is Denmark's
greatest director and his films acheive a high degree of dramatic
tension despite their careful pacing, and, as a former silent film
maker, he knows how to use visuals--often the stern faces of his
actors--to engage our emotions. I also like Dreyer's Ordet, which is one of the best
films about religious belief, and Gertrude,
one
of
the
best
films
about
infidelity.
Dreyer's
silent films, Joan of Ark
and Vampyr, are aslo great
viewing.
- Levoton Veri (Teuvo
Tulio, 1946).
- Hour of the Wolf (Ingmar
Bergman, 1968). My favorite Bergman film, it took me years to
find on
video. An artist seeks isolation on an island, but is instead tormented
by his very peculiar neighbors. Dig the Mozart puppet show. My
second favorite Bergman is Persona,
which
is
perhaps
his
most
accomplished
film,
from
a
filmic
and
narrative
perspective. My third favorite is Passion of Anna, which may be the
most experimental.
Russian (Language) Films (in progress)
- Come and See (Elem
Klimov, 1985).
One of the most disturbing war films I have seen, about a Belarussian
boy who tries to join a makeshift army of Partisans, as Germans lay
seige on villages of farmers. Hundreds of Belarussian farming villages
were burnt to the ground during the war, and this film serves as a
horrifying memorial. For other films that depict WWII from a
child's perspective, see Clément Forbidden Games and Rosellini's Germania: Anno Zero, which contains
extensive footage of the devestation post-war Berlin.
- Dzhamiliya (Irina
Poplavskaya, 1969).
- The Lonely Voice of Man
(Alexander Sokurov, 1987).
- Mirror (Andrei
Tarkovsky, 1975). If you can endure
plotless films, this is my favorite. Tarkovsky's father was a
famous Russian poet, and this film is like a piece of poetry (in also
features poems by Tarkovsky's father and a cameo from his
mother). Mirror manages
to have vastly more narrative depth than most films despite the fact
that it doesn't have a linear plot. Instead, it is a loose
assembly of memories. Tarkovsky is an amazing director, and this
is his most personal film. I am also fond Nostalghia, Solaris, and Andrey Rublyov. These are
slow-paced films, but they are completely absorbing and highly
rewarding. The most accessible Tarkovsky may be Ivan's Childhood, an early film
about the horrors and heroics of war.
- Soy Cuba (Mikhail
Kalatozov, 1964). This Russian/Cuban co-production was a total
failure
when it was released. Too Russian for Cuban audiences, and too
artistic for the Russians, in fell into obscurity for many years.
But it is one of the greatest movies ever made: a visual poem about the
Cuban revolition that has some of the most innovative editting and
stunning camerawork that I have ever seen. Kalatozov's other
great movie is The Cranes are
Flying; it is a stunning and tragic love story set during
the Second
World War. Though less ground-breaking than Soy Cuba, it offers another
opportunity to revel in Sergei Urusevsky's incredible
cinematography.
Other Eastern European Films (Slavic Languages) (in progress)
- Ashes and Diamonds
(Andzej Wajda, 1958). A entertaining, wartime, anti-hero film, which
might be
watched along side The Wild One
for an interesting comparison. Ashes
is part of a series of war films, that includes Wajda's
spine tingling Kanal, about a
group of resistence fighters who must hide in the sewers in order to
escape the encroaching Germans. My second favorite Wajda, though,
is Innocent Sorcerers.
Also of interest is Wajda's Man of
Marble, a film about the
making of a film about a the making and unmaking of a communist
hero.
- Closely Watched Trains (Jirí
Menzel,
1966).
This
Oscar-winning
film
is
a
classic
of
the
Czech
new
wave.
It is the amusing, and ultimately moving, story of a young
railway dispatcher who is trying to lose his virginity, set
against the backdrop of the German occupation. It is interesting
to compare this film and those of Wajda to earlier depictions of the
war in Eastern European cinema, which are often feel more like
artistically elevated propaganda. The crowning acheivement in
this genre may be Grigori
Chukhrai's unabashedly sentimental Ballad
of
a
Soldier
from 1959. Chukhrai's story is morally black
and white, and its protagonist, a young farmer turned soldier, is the
personification of decency. Menzel's protagonists are bumblingly
human, in comparison, and Wajda is a master of the anti-hero.
- Fruits of Paradise (Vera
Chytilová, 1970).
- Iluminacja (Krzysztof
Zanussi, 1973).
- Knife in the Water (Roman
Polanski, 1962). Great Polish period Polanski--a psychological
drama
set in
a small boat on the open sea. The jazz sountrack by
Krzysztof Komeda
is also worth the price of admission. Polanski's made some
great films after leaving Poland, including The Tenant and, of course, Rosemary's Baby, but this early
effort, and his short films of the same period are less corny and more
appealing.
- Loves of a Blond (Milos
Foreman, 1965). A sensitive portrait of a young factory worker
(the
sister of
Foreman's first wife) and the vile men that she encounters.
A landmark of Czech new wave. Loathsome, lusty men are also a
theme in Foreman's Fireman's Ball
and in the
psychedelic romp, Daisies,
by Vera Chytilová. There was clearly a feminist streak in
Czech cinema at the time.
- Man is Not a Bird (Dusan
Makavejev, 1965). Sylistical original Yugoslavian film about a
worker who falls for his landlord's young daughter. The camera
work is occasionally stunning, the sub-plots are engrossing, and the
performances are compellingly understated. But the great strength
of this film comes from its less conventional elements, including the
performance of a hypnotist and the orchistration of Beethoven in the
lead protagonist's factory. Makavejev's film The Love Affair is also highly
worth seeing, though somewhat less innovative in narrative and style.
- Marketa Lazarová
(Frantisek Vlácil, 1967).
- The Shop on Main Street
(Ján Kadár and Elmar Klos, 1965).
Other Eastern European Films (Non-Slavic Languages) (in progress)
- The Color of Pomegranates
(Sergei Parajanov, 1968). Perhaps the most aesthetically
gratifying film ever made. Every frame is almost
overwhelmingly beautiful. The film is a biography of the great
Armenian troubadour, Sayat Nova, thought it would be difficult to
decipher his life-story from the series of cryptic and haunting images
that fill the screen. The
Color of Pomegranates is innovative is almost every respect: the
camera is still in each shot, there is no dialog, and one actor plays
many different parts (male and female). For a more accessible but
equally rewarding film, see Shadows
of Our Forgotten Ancestors. Parajanov's genius was
too much for the Soviets: after Pomegranates
was made, he was sentenced to
the gulag on trumped up charges.
- Merry-Go-Round
(Zoltán Fábri, 1955).
- The White and the Red (Miklós
Jancsó,
1967).
- Werkmeister Harmonies
(Bela Tar, 2000). An odd and oddly enthralling film by one of Hungary's
greatest directors. A simple town collapses into paranoia and
chaos when a giant wale is trucked in as a traveling public
spectacle. The beautiful long shots in high contrast black and
white will stay with you forever. My second favorite Hungarian
film is Miklos Jansco's The Red and
the White, an unsettling and abstract film about the senseless
brutality of war.
Sub-Saharran African Films (in progress)
- Black Girl (Ousmane
Sembene, 1966).
- Touki Bouki (Djibril
Diop Mambéty, 1973).