tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690266.post299745650551055632..comments2024-03-24T20:15:00.996-04:00Comments on Critic After Dark: Yojimbo (Akira Kurosawa, 1961); Ikiru (Akira Kurosawa, 1952)Noel Verahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05904212081036547668noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690266.post-62187078683528324952013-12-09T14:18:24.158-05:002013-12-09T14:18:24.158-05:00Yikes, six years past and I haven't replied to...Yikes, six years past and I haven't replied to this. Bob Aulert? Bob Wake? Thanks for the kind words, and I'll try look for that Croixet.Noel Verahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05904212081036547668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690266.post-74130617571902684662007-11-24T18:19:00.000-05:002007-11-24T18:19:00.000-05:00Ah, two great films, though I've seen "Ikuro" just...Ah, two great films, though I've seen "Ikuro" just once, it sure did work on me. But then, I do still believe in Santa Claus (and I'm a way past 21 secular Jew). And I'm probably a bigger square than Ebert, who I fully expect to come down my chimney and deliver me free DVDs on Oscar night.<BR/><BR/>Actually, another excellent example of a really terrific "condemned (wo)man" film is Isabel Croixet's "My Life Without Me" starring Sarah Polley as a young mother who learns she's dying and, not being a fan of sloppy sentimentality herself, she decides not to tell anyone. I actually only saw this because I had an odd job working on the captions and, even though I was working, just trying to sort of proofread the thing...well, let's just. I'm just glad no one walked in on me must then. (By which I mean I was crying. Get your mind out of the gutter.)<BR/><BR/>Of course, the reason it works is it's not trying to force us into any particular emotion. One thing I've found is that I almost no feel tearful when I'm watching characters cry. It's when they're smiling or being noble that I become a total bonehead.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com