By about 15 minutes in, I was completely in love with this movie. A subject near and dear to my heart, approached with reverence, love, and craftsmanship. It fits well into my love of movies that have “competent people being competent” at their jobs, but in this case it’s the backstory leading up to achieving that competence. It’s a 1980s ramen movie with a training montage, and a helpful stranger who wanders into town, wearing a fedora, who helps the townspeople (Tampopo) overcome their enemy (sucky ramen). What else could one want?
After newly calibrating my projector, I notice the subtlety of the green cast of the imagery from inside the matrix. It's mostly in the flesh tones, and doesn't usually affect the black leather or dark, rainy streets, which stay pretty neutral, or even lean a tiny bit blue. An impressive and subtle color grade.
The second time seeing the film, unburdened by expectations, fears, and a burning anger at having a significant moment spoiled; undistracted by noticing callbacks for being callbacks and just now seeing them in the context of the new story… this is a fine, fine Star Wars film.
Also, way better in 2D. Seattle Cinerama's laser projection is the best way to watch this film.