watched 35 Shots of Rum last night, and now completely understand the love for Denis, such a simple, endearing, warm hearted movie. If her other stuff is half as good I'll be a happy film camper. that sad French sounding score thumped the sympathy buttons on every cue. the understated father/daughter relationship crept in my emotional chamber, waiting for that final moment to pull levers of awe. I love movies that hit you when the end credits roll, all along you're thinking, yeah, this is good, but just as it ends you're like, fuck that was GREAT. nice little Ozu homage that carries its own weight.
also earlier this week I watched Night and the City, which is easily one of the best noirs I've ever seen. Richard Widmark is a bolt of adrenaline, just as incinerating performance. so much I love about this movie, mainly the characters being more fleshed out than most noirs of that period i've seen. it's a movie i know i'll return to frequently.
throw in Who Framed Roger Rabbit for the zillionth time and Spirited Away for the second time and that's my movie week so far.