Wednesdays are frequently becoming my favorite day. It was especially needed today since, and I’m not exaggerating, since Friday night at 7pm, I’ve spent ninety three hours as my place of employment. That’s out of a possible one hundred and twenty five. The library was a nice calm oasis among all the stuff that exists outside of film.
Last week’s loot was exceptionally good. I was pleased with all nine selections, and I actually managed to watch a few extracurricular films as well, these included 9 (which really, really worked for me). and the French movies Love Songs (for a musical, it gets an A in my book).
Crisis was very interesting when it’s noted as Ingmar Bergman’s very first film. It’s also interesting without considering that. The best part of it was seeing the seeds planted, the subtleties that would later be thrown to the wind. There’s no shortage of human anguish, and I can never get enough of that, especially when it’s brought to me by Bergman (if you haven’t noticed, he’s my new religion).
The Searchers was interesting. I have to say, that I did enjoy it. I didn’t feel bored or like the film lagged at any part. But I’ve never liked westerns, and I will always take issue with the melodrama, racism, and too much horse riding.
Nanook of the North was bitter sweet. The images captured were breathtaking, and I understand why it was a big deal, especially when it came out almost a hundred years ago. But, knowing that the majority of things caught on film (and yes, I understand the reasons why it had to be like that), took away a bit of the magic. Like when I learned the Bear Grylls is neither named Bear, nor actually does the stuff he pretends to on his show. Still, I’ve now resolved to be a better igloo builder.
I felt that Bergman Island was a bit of a disappointment, only because I was expecting more. I really wanted him to discuss his films, the meaning behind them, working with his disciples, that sort of stuff. What I got was still interesting, but it wasn’t that. There were lots of existential ponderings on life, the afterlife, family grief, and it really did shed some light on my new hero.
I have avoided Jules and Jim for quite a while because I’ve been told by several people that it was really boring. These people are out of their freaking minds. This was fantastic, certainly one of the very best of the French New Wave films I’ve seen. This with Band Apart are ridiculously good. I’d highly recommend it.
Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf was another one that made me angry I’ve been putting off so long because of how much I enjoyed. Recently, since I started watching these older films, I’ve taken up calling my grandmas and asking them how it was received when in theatres, was thought about it (they all grew up in rural Idaho towns, so often I’m met with phone silence, but still). They all reported (there are three of them, don’t ask) that it was a worthless film about drunk mean people. I did not get this at all. I loved every second of it (besides the ridiculous non-sequiturs that should have been stopped).
The Apu Trilogy (Pather Panchali, Aparajito, The World of Apu) when this week’s prize. I was only required by my list of 100 Movies I Haven’t Seen, to watch Pather Panchali, but I thought I might as well check them all out. They are remarkable, and the first Indian films I’ve seen. Ray had an amazing amount of talent, considering PP was his very first film ever. I was engrossed in the story the entire way through, and this is a considerable time investment of over three hundred minutes.