I have developed a sudden affinity for darkened movie theaters.
Besides the escapism that movies provide, going out to see a
film is good way to get myself out of the house without feeling
lonely or awkward standing by myself at a party or concert or
whatever. I remember my year at Warwick where the theatre on campus
was always showing something amazing. I saw two or three films a
week, among them Trainspotting, Shanghai Triad, the
rerelease of Withnail and I, and The City of Lost
Children. Some lingering memory of the pain I was feeling at
that time has stayed with me, but what I really remember is all the
film and theater and music I absorbed. I'm hoping I can get through
this wilderness in a similar manner.
I had already been starting to see some films at the Pacific Film
Archive before I moved to Berkeley, but the breakup was the clincher.
Now it's so easy to pop over and take in whatever they happen to be
showing, whether it's a Fritz Lang silent or trash cinema from the
60s. They have copies of films you would never see anywhere else,
movies so beautiful you can't believe how few people will ever even
know they exist.
PFA just wrapped up its neo-eiga series of new Japanese
cinema. The range of films within the series was impressive, the
common thread being that most of them have not been widely screened
outside of the film festival circuit. I saw three films and loved
each one of them.
Rendan: Quartet for Two, the opening film of the festival, was
my version of a perfect movie. It took a domestic drama and explored
the facets of its characters with such warmth and humor that you find
yourself laughing and horrified at what fools we mortals be all at
the same time. If you've seen Shall We Dance?, you will
absolutely recognize Naoto Takenaka; here he plays a full-time
househusband who has just discovered his beloved wife is having an
affair. Family chaos ensues as husband and wife battle and daughter
and son try to make sense of it all. Takenaka also directed the film,
and he relishes the weirdnesses and poignancy of human nature.
Kiyoshi Kurosawa's Seance, by contrast, was a rewriting of the
typical Japanese ghost story. Decidedly scary in the good
old-fashioned sense (I had my hands over my eyes quite a bit),
Kurosawa also sees as much horror in the boredom of middle-class
marriage as in ghosts and doppelgangers. He borrows a motif or two
from The Sixth Sense (which I finally saw this
weekend), but Seance is really its own unsettling thing.
Disturbing in a completely different way, Tomoyuki Furumaya's Bad
Company tells the story of teenage Sadatomo, his group of
friends, and their sadistic teacher Kobayashi. Sadatomo and his
classmates struggle between conformity and rebellion at the same time
that they deal with all the crap that comes with being a teenager.
Filmed in rural Japan, this film had many moments that stayed with me
long after I left the theater.
This is the second year the PFA presented neo-eiga, and I hope
it returns for an even longer run next year. I also find myself
wishing they allowed food and drink inside the theater, but I think
that's just because I spend so much time at the Parkway.
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