Reader's Digest Condensed: Both great, check them out.
A Serious Man begs for multiple viewings. It's one of those films where you can hear the multiple layers rustling over and around each other like snakes navigating the cinematic unconscious, endlessly suggestive. It's also hilarious, so don't let the intimations of meaning put you off.
Bright Star is one of the more beautiful films I've seen and left me kicking myself for missing it on the big screen. The potentially lugubrious & inherently melodramatic setup(doomed, chaste love between deep thinking Romantic poet John Keats and a social butterfly seamstress) is transformed by director Jane Campion into a gorgeous reverie on the mysteries of creativity, love and longing. I thought the (inevitable) ending was a bit of a letdown, the only slackening of otherwise steely directorial discipline, but that is a small quibble in an otherwise exemplary film.
I also tried to fit in District 9 the other morning, but Fuss was deeply concerned by the previews so I postponed it for a future evening.
Which made me flash back on mom taking me to see The Godfather & The Exorcist in the theater when I was about 5.
True, in the Age of Netflix the algebra of these things is much simpler.
But c'mon now.
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