run joe, run wrote:To cut the guy a bit of slack, he was making a point in his first post about something other than simply who's best: why certain "foreign" directors are canonised into America's cinematic culture and others aren't.
yeah, that's my main point. it's rather suspect to me that a very limited selection of foreign films is often chosen from a vast world of what's out there. unwittingly or not, this creates what is arguably a false alternative to the dominant cinema. as far as widely well known foreign stuff goes, kurosawa or bergman are the cream of the crop, but then you have TONS of sentimental crap like Cinema Paradisio that would never receive two thirds of the attention it does if it didn't have italians in it.
i've recently relocated back to my parents house for a few months, and the nearby videostore has an exceedingly clueless selection of foreign films (barring the occasional great title like Tarkovsky's Solaris, etc.). and i noticed they have Godard's recent In Praise of Love, and it occurred to me that perhaps the only reason they've stocked this blatantly marxist film is that it's by that one Godard guy we've all heard about and it has the word "LOVE" in the title. (this seems particularly evident given the absence of any of his other, often better films.)
the reason i brought up Bresson is that i think it's terribly unfortunate that an artist of his magnitude (and fame -- he's incredibly well known elsewhere) isn't even part of the cultural dialog here. irealize his films are "ascetic" at times, and certianly challenging, but i've shown stuff like A Man Escaped and L'Argent to friends who could boast no particular knowledge of film history, etc., and they didn't need a shred of schooling to realize how awesome they were. the proof's in the pudding. if i sound liek a cranky pedant, i'm sorry. i just hope that when Criterion finally puts out Pickpocket it finds its way into the hearts and minds of new viewers in the same way many Kurosawa films have.