35mm @ Japan Society. Been ages. Never realized how much Ozu’s characteristic floor height, full frame camera angle favors (and flatters) his casts’ asses.

35mm IB Technicolor print inaugurating Gina Tellaroli's monthly 35mm screening series, The Originals, at Moving Image in Astoria. Been ages and a rhapsodic pleasure seeing it again via a glowing archival print. Stevens sure covered the shit out of a fight scene!

DCP at Film Forum 2. Agreeably grueling. Very.

Holy shit. Like a rebuttal to the Sun Tribe movies. Almost a polite, Y.A. Lord Of the Flies. Fearlessly explores a facet or aspect or whatever of youth that doesn’t make it to the screen too often - that meticulously cultivated joylessness and the ice cold comfort of self-hatred expressed through self-control and self-denial are a tragically ennobling option.

Watched this in its entirety 2 nights in a row and am still coming to grips with it. As if Robert Flaherty, Sergio Corbucci and pre-Gate Of Flesh Suzuki remade Huston's Moby Dick. Or something. Subs played like they were translated by Sam Fuller. The most elegantly overheated and pulpy poison pen letter to the sacred cow concepts of tradition, family, revenge, catholicism, masculinity, matrimony, patriarchy, matriarchy, romance, mortality, capitalism and, especially, community that I think I've ever seen. "I am the whale god and the whale god is me"

Edit: Discussed at arguably interminable length here.