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then struck out on his own:
Oh well, sad to hear you say this. ;~{zedz wrote:Funny how these things work out: that same one-two punch convinced me that Lee would only ever be a good, not great director.
Have you seen Peppermint Candy? It isn't often that you feel a film explains an entire country/culture/history. It's one of the best films I've ever seen.zedz wrote:Funny how these things work out: that same one-two punch convinced me that Lee would only ever be a good, not great director.
zedz wrote:Yeah, with the earlier films I found Lee a bit tendentious and a bit slack in terms of form, but with a lot of potential. The two more recent films actually presented 'best possible' scenarios for me, with meaty themes that he didn't shy away from and really great performances, but the finished films still didn't push through to greatness for me. There seems to be a slight over-eggedness to the contentious thematic material (which might be the same thing you see as 'clever deconstruction' of genre), and Lee doesn't bring enough stylistic heft or idiosyncracy to overcome that. So the films end up as superior examples of the kind of cinema a lot of other Korean and Asian directors are making rather than powerful individual statements.
That's exactly how I see these films. "Over-egged" means "overdone, exaggerated" -- and that is precisely the opposite of what I see in Lee's films. They are very understated -- and the "meanings" of each are left remarkably open.Zot! wrote:Not sure what you mean by "over-eggedness" but I really appreciated the minimal style and lack of idiosyncracy in Secret Sunshine, as that is typically what seems overdone in most Korean exports (like "Mother"). I felt it was self-assured enough to dispense with the window dressing.
I'm a huge fan of Oasis and Secret Sunshine largely because they embrace what might in other hands be a smattering over the top themes and spin them into compelling and unpredictable narratives full of human emotion that rings true. Poetry, not so much. I can agree with Zedz about that film, but perhaps for different reasons. For me Poetry fails because it's never clear what the grandma protag really wants/needs or why, for instance, poetry -- at least as the film conceives of it -- could help her with it. I'm definitely down with the "Viagra-assisted Gertiatric Molestation," though, as it's the one choice in the film that surprised me somewhat.zedz wrote:For example, in Poetry, the way that the protagonist's life is not just complicated by workplace and domestic issues, but by zeitgeisty Hot Topics (School Bullying! Viagra-assisted Geriatric Molestation! Onset of Alzheimer's!) Piling all of those on top of one another does seem to me over-egged, and detracts from the plight of the character, since her dilemmas seem like they were defined by an online poll.
Really? You can't think of any possible complication with her employment that doesn't involve ViagraTM?Michael Kerpan wrote:All the elements you mention, zedz, are pretty essential to the film. I don't get the slightest sense of topical trendiness. These are simply part of the fabric of the film and play a supporting role to the deeper dilemma the protagonist faces.
For a novelist and a poet, and one who includes in his own film a pretty solid definition of poetry, the ending really stinks it up for me in a way that seems close to Zedz's problem with most of his films. If Mija's problem really is simply confusion or a lack of meaning and her practice of poetry is meant to clear that up, the film fails to dramatize this with any precision or interest for me. Not to mention that her climactic poem is terrible. Which is a problem in any kind of film like this. The best solution when you build up to a fictional literary work if you don't have a true masterpiece handy is never to read it in the first place, denying us the work and preserving the mystery as for example Hal Hartley does in Henry Fool.puxzkkx wrote:RE: Warren, I think the ending to Poetry answers that question re: Mija's motives/wants by resolving the confusion she feels throughout the film. The objective in the poetry class provides a nagging sideline to the other issues Mija has to deal with, taunting her with her inability to reconcile the situation with her son/patient/illness/poverty, until by taking a moral stand things click into place and she finds 'poetry' in the sadness of her own decision, her own bleak surroundings and her own decay of faculties... and what better way to show this process of realisation than to spare Mija any more time in such a stifling environment? So with that, she disappears.
For me, this choice isn't the problem per se, so much as the fact that almost nothing interesting comes of it. In the end, it's about setting up a plot device that allows Mija to consider her hush money payoff via some lowkey bribery. It's not even close to being in the same league as the beginning of Oasiszedz wrote:Really? You can't think of any possible complication with her employment that doesn't involve ViagraTM?Michael Kerpan wrote:All the elements you mention, zedz, are pretty essential to the film. I don't get the slightest sense of topical trendiness. These are simply part of the fabric of the film and play a supporting role to the deeper dilemma the protagonist faces.
The protagonist makes _use_ of this --zedz wrote:'t think of any possible complication with her employment that doesn't involve ViagraTM?
But the geezer j/o, while by itself one of the more interesting moments in the film, is merely a plot device. It turns out to be about less than it seems like it might be. Or than I'd argue, similarly charged dramatic moments are used in Lee Chang Dong's better films. This is the distinction I'm trying to make with Zedz: bad OTT vs. sublime pull-a-rabbit-out-of-hat, can't believe he just did that, oh no he didn't OTT.Michael Kerpan wrote:The protagonist makes _use_ of this --zedz wrote:'t think of any possible complication with her employment that doesn't involve ViagraTM?. She NEEDS money, she GETS money.Spoiler
the feeble old lech has no ability to do anything without her cooperation -- she uses his lechery to get the money she needs. Hardly your standard molestation case.
As to the quality of the final poem -- the heroine is NOT presented as an accomplished poet -- but as someone with no expertise whatsoever who wants to write a poem (that has meaning for herself).
Warren -- you seem to be make a huge number of cultural assumptions....
I'd forgotten about this. It seemed like another instance of the director pushing everything artificially into place in order to contrive his message, rather than trusting the themes and performances to deliver us to the same place in a more organic way.warren oates wrote: Also, in line with Zedz's problems with this director, I could cite the well nigh unbelievable and barfingly tendentious choice to have Mija be the only class member who finishes and submits a poem. This is after the film spends plenty of time establishing the teacher/poet as very much respected by the class -- to the point where they hang out with him after hours -- but not at all the kind of taskmaster whose judgment they need fear. I mean, really? Not a single other character in that imaginary world would have finished a poem? Not even out of respect for the teacher?
Well, I still feel like the intended relative crappiness of Mija's poem is debatable. Especially because there's ample evidence that the director can at least write bad-bad poetry (like most of what gets read at the coffeehouse poetry slams within the film). So if you consider Mija's final work to be aspirationally good-good (relative to her experience) or say at least functionally good-bad (meaning that it's not exactly Walt Whitman or Basho but it still illuminates something of her experience and allows both her and her audience to see these things in a new way), then the writer-director seems to have failed.zedz wrote:For the record, I liked that fact that the protagonist's breakthrough poem was sort of crappy. It's the fact of writing it that's significant rather than its quality. (And, if that's the key point, then loading the dice by making it the only poem submitted gilds the lily and weakens the film).