15 December 06
Dersu Uzala
I don’t know how I’ve managed to get to be the age I am without ever having seen this film, but we saw it tonight. Numenius found it at the public library.
I’m speechless, pretty much. (And chilled to the bone, but that’s what a windswept tundra will do to a girl.) Images — the tiger, the river, the ice — will stay with me for days.
It seems like Kurosawa’s homage to Eisenstein…
Previous: Making Sense of Gobbledegook Next: On Not Getting Soaked