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On The Bergman Effort, “Wild Strawberries” (1959)

In Wild Strawberries (1959), an old man and esteemed professor gets, in a way, bludgeoned for being less virtuous than others would suspect.  (He’s expressionistically bludgeoned.)

Is there anything that saves this famous Ingmar Bergman film?  NO.  It’s tiresome glop.  When it isn’t fatuous (the despairing husband who also serves as figurative judge) it’s sentimental (the old man’s gentle eyes fixed on a remembered Bibi Andersson).  Plus the protag’s selfishness, etc. is usually revealed through exposition, not drama. . . In truth, art should not be as unentertaining as this.

Wild Strawberries (film)

Wild Strawberries (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cinema “Hamlet” In ’26

The 2026 Hamlet, on film, is smashing. Technically accomplished, cleverly directed by Aneil Karia, it presents a British Indian Hamlet in modern London and is a rich chronicle of agony. Riz Ahmed is interesting and distinguished—not at all standard-issue—in the title role. He exudes intelligence, no less so than the gripping Joe Alwyn as Laertes. Art Malik and Sheeba Chaddha are a perfect Claudius and Gertrude, and Morfydd Clark a true and touching Ophelia. Timothy Spall is a human curio as Polonius.

Karia’s film may be Shakespearean cinema at its most exciting. Music and dancing—don’t worry; it’s limited in quantity—add to the fascination.

The Cruelest Little Baby Face: “Baby Face Nelson”

No sympathy is extended (no, sir) to the criminal convincingly played by Mickey Rooney in Don Siegel‘s Baby Face Nelson, a 1957 flick set in the Thirties. Nelson is a serial murderer who betrays his buddies and respects only his fictional lover, Sue (Carolyn Jones). The film is tenuous about Nelson’s personality—why is he so brutish?—but not about violent action. Siegel directs supplely from beginning to end, and Leon Barsha knows how to edit. A well-cast thriller, it’s a minor success. I saw it on YouTube.

Diamond On Her Way: “Wild Diamond”

Liane, the protag of the 2024 French picture Wild Diamond, by Agathe Riedinger, aspires to be beautiful in what is Cheap France of the 21st century. She strives to be a cast member of a TV reality show called Miracle Island. But she lacks patience and perforce gets disconsolate. Reckless too: Liane is a “wild diamond.”

WD reminds me of French films of the Eighties. It’s sober and candid, and has no #MeToo timidity (often okay) about female nudity. Malou Khebizi knows how to enact Liane. She moves well and is rather unconventionally pretty, with sublime uncovered breasts, but are they real? In the movie, they aren’t. Yes, the film has its faults, but I must also commend the sturdy acting of Andrea Bescond as Liane’s mother.

Some notable stuff here. (In French with English subtitles. Available right now on Tubi.)

Havin’ “Happy Times” With Zhang Yimou

The director of Ju Dou, To Live, and Not One Less, China’s Zhang Yimou is a brilliant master.  Small, amusing and sad, his Happy Times (2002) concentrates on a shortchanged person, a pared-down life—that of Wu Ying, a girl made blind by a brain tumor and treated ignobly by her husband-less stepmother.  The man who wishes to marry the stepmother is Zhao, a fiftyish loser of sorts so tired of bachelorhood that he lies to the stepmother about owning a big hotel.  Stirred by this, the woman asks Zhao to hire Wu Ying as a hotel masseuse; she wants the girl out of the way.  Hence Zhao rigs up a phony massage room and leads Wu to believe she is servicing customers who are in reality Zhao’s helpful friends.  The unseeing girl enjoys the “work” and considers these brief days the happiest of her life.

In this film one deprived soul immorally uses another deprived soul.  The lying little man is luckless, but the blind Wu Ying is more so, and yet Zhao does do something for the girl.  Indeed he can even be very kind to her; such paradoxes!  Largely, though, he is merely kind to himself, and things go into a tailspin.  For Wu, is it only through deception that happy times can be had?  What’s more, self-deception appears to plague both characters.

Zhao Benshan is capital as Zhao with lower-class ordinariness and ingenuous appeal, believable as a puritanical bachelor.  Dong Jie is absolutely winning with Wu Ting’s guilelessness and forbearance, but is not a cardboard saint.  Zhang’s direction is standard but careful and felt, perhaps reflecting an admiration for contemporary Iranian filmmakers.  Happy Times has heart; it has the heart of Not One Less, quite different from Zhang’s earlier great, nigh depressing pictures, although some might find Happy Times depressing too.

 

(In Mandarin with English subtitles)

 

Happy Times

Happy Times (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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