HerrSchreck wrote:My response to Lang's films is one of awe and wonderment, adrenaline and a sense of the fantastic from vignette to vignette; my response to Ran is to try and identify with the situations onscreen, to locate the narrative balance in human terms, emotional terms viz the characters.
Interesting; I respond to Ran in the way you respond to Die Nibelungen. It's a magnificent, doom-laden pageant. That shot of Hidetora descending from the burning castle, to pick just one example of many, bears comparison with anything in Lang's filmography. Indeed, Ran is the only Kurosawa film I like unequivocally, and I've been quite shocked by its negative press on this forum. Three things, in my view, compromise his earlier films: first, their sentimentality, which I guess is plain for all to see, and almost completely absent from Ran; second, their quirkiness, the moments of humour which are so unfunny they make me want to crawl under a rock (Kikuchiyo in Seven Samurai epitomises this for me; there's a lot of cuteness in Yojimbo and especially Sanjuro, of course; and in Ran you have Peter, but he's quite marginal); third, and hardest to pin down, is a kind of didactic obviousness, a wilfully simple-minded approach to his, in many respects three-dimensional, characters. So, in Stray Dog, you have that exquisitely painful and unsettling showdown, followed by this numbing coda in which Shimura tells Mifune to get used to it; or in Ikiru, you have a beautifully complex and nuanced tale about a man trying to invest his life with meaning, diluted and smothered by a knuckle-headed voiceover and the eccentric narrative switch in the last fifty minutes, where everything that was subtle is blown up and embossed.
All of these annoyances, however, seem to me to be manifestations of Kurosawa's interest in, and love of, human beings; also of a kind of optimism which dips into, and then draws back from, any really troubling ambiguity, always striving to connect with people - both the characters and the audience - in a positive, progressive spirit. With Red Beard and especially Dodes'kaden (still haven't seen Dersu Uzala), it felt to me like Kurosawa was taking this 'human' aspect of his filmmaking to its utmost limit, to the point where the sympathy and the optimism felt more strained, if not actually insincere, than ever. I know it's an axiom of AK scholarship that he became more pessimistic in these later years, and lost faith in the idea that humanity or the world could be redeemed, especially by anything he had to say in his films. Much of Kagemusha, especially the ending, I find to be grossly sentimental, but I think this has a lot to do with Takemitsu's awful score; as far as I remember, the film itself is bleak in a way that seems to eschew tragedy in favour of sheer despair and nihilism.
The only precedent in Kurosawa's work, that I know of, is Throne of Blood, and just as in that film AK showed even less sympathy for, and even more detachment from his characters than Shakespeare did in Macbeth, so in Ran he takes the already unedifying and too-dreary-and-unheroic-to-be-tragic material of King Lear and accentuates that nihilism into something very pure, detached and beautiful - reflected this time in Takemitsu's score, one of my favourites. Macbeth and Lear are probably my least favourite Shakespeare tragedies, precisely because they lack that sympathetic engagement with human nature which, more than anything, made him such a great writer. But I think the material is perfectly suited to Kurosawa: it's not really a human story, more a vision - it's significant that the film begins with the protagonist awakening from a nightmare, into another nightmare - a long hard look at the truth about human nature, specifically its mindless, grasping violence. The good characters are perfunctory and ineffectual; the real moral centre of the film, such as there is one, is Kurogane, which says something about Kurosawa's perspective here. And how could anyone not be chilled to the marrow by the ending?
I find Ran as richly detailed as any of his earlier films; if he stands back more, and lingers over the images for longer, that has perhaps to do with his age, but more, I think, with the real missing element, which is sympathy - or love, or whatever wet term is best applied here. I wonder if that’s what really puts some people off? In any case, since I’ve always found the sympathy rather alienating (with Mizoguchi or Ozu it’s a different story, of course), the spectacle of Ran, and its bracing violence and nihilism (as I think AK said, it’s as if seen from the perspective of a weeping Buddha, at once mourning humanity and writing it off as a lost cause), make it this director’s least compromised masterpiece, for me.
The discussion of Greek tragedy is fascinating. I think that characters in Sophocles – such as Oedipus, Creon, Antigone – are no less complex and ‘real’ than in Euripides. Oedipus has been slightly compromised by Freudian associations, but the play itself is a brilliantly structured character study, in which Sophocles brings out the hero’s tragic flaw – which, to put it simply, is his impatience and bad temper – with the kind of deft touch you only get from a writer who understands his characters inside out.
Euripides, whom I adore, is kind of an antecedent to Christopher Marlowe: he has the same fearless exuberance, imagination and humour (God help me but I find Medea every bit as laugh-out-loud hilarious as The Jew of Malta, especially in Michael Townsend’s translation; I can’t help but hear a little of Norma Desmond in the heroine’s voice…), but yes, perhaps a more mature and nuanced approach to character. There was a comment somewhere above about how he portrays mythical figures as real, down-to-earth human beings. In some ways I think this is true of Homer as well, but certainly The Trojan Women is one of the greatest and most shocking pieces of iconoclastic literature, comparable to Ran (though much greater) in the way it takes everything grand and heroic about warfare – in this case the Greeks’ destruction of Troy – and shows it in all its brutal, cowardly and sordid truth. (My memory fails me, but I’m sure this was partly a protest at the Greeks’ appalling treatment of some foreign land at the time Euripides was writing.)
The issue of whether we impose anachronistic ideas about human identity onto ancient writings is a prickly one. It does drive me mad when, for instance, critics attempt to attribute postmodern concerns and values to medieval texts, but this business of making an ancient text 'mean something' to the modern world is both problematic and necessary. I tend also to be sceptical when too sharp distinctions are drawn here, and my gut feeling, when I read the works of Sophocles, Euripides or Plato (or to a lesser extent Aeschylus) is that they could have been written yesterday, and that neither human nature, nor our perception thereof, has essentially changed in the last 2500 years - which is to say that it is still infinitely varied, as I think Sausage is partly suggesting when he asks whose conception of modernity is in play here. I don't find Euripides (or Marlowe) at all artificial, for instance, but I can imagine Mr Sausage has different criteria to determine what is or is not artificial.
It all seems so unimportant when you're actually reading these wonderful plays. Let's hope that our own culture is producing something as timeless and enduring.