Favorites include last month's favorites.
Empathy for the nationalist. A showcase in how one's turmoiled life faced with oppression often leads to wrong and dangerous expressions. Schrader is careful in demonstrating just how misguided and broken Yukio Mishima was, ultimately painting a beautiful bright picture composed out of darkness. Philip Glass too is a major contributor here as his repetitive melancholic score elevates the film to such a level of relatable catharsis.
Mishima, in those final moments, fought something very real while he stood up…
By far the most fun I have ever had in a theater. No matter how many times I watch this film, and no matter how I watch it, it is infinitely infectious. When someone yawns, it makes you yawn. When someone laughs, it makes you laugh. Talking Heads demonstrates that not only fun, but passion, and even joy itself is just as if not more infectious. Good fucking music (and an array of silly dances) will do that.
"THE GIRLS CAN DO IT TOO Y'ALL."