May 13th: Last Year at Marienbad
Not impressed. Resnais’s Hiroshima Mon Amour seemed heartfelt and romantic. Marienbad was pretentious and the kind of movie that tries to make you feel stupid if you don’t like it. Were I feel a film critic in 1961, I might try to pretend to understand and like a movie like this because it’s obtuse and foreign. Now, watching Marienbad is like watching a SNL parody. It’s the cliche of what foreign film. It’s why the general public thinks they hate all foreign movies. Yes, it looks amazing. The harsh shadows and costuming are perfect for the setting. The statuesque movements of the players are intriguing and all, but its meaning is lost in all the bullshit.
May 14th: M. Hulot’s Holiday
Now here’s what I like to see. Mr. Bean in France. The original Mr. Bean. Monsieur Bean original. I still like Mon Oncle a little more: it’s a little more polished and even more charming. No one films children quite like Tati. His portrayal of them is always very honest and natural, just letting them be themselves on camera. It makes even me like kids.