I thought I’d review films this year, as well as books. I’ve not watched much cinema in the last few years, having lost my taste for it – but suddenly it seems to be coming back.
I guess my taste in films has a lot of similarities with my taste in books. For a start, a lot of foreign-language ones. – If we compare though what we might call the “literary” with what we might call the “arthouse”, then I’d say my opinion was much the same: some arthouse films are very good; whilst others are absolute rubbish, dullness passing itself off as profundity.
It’s on the other side of films – the more, how shall we say, “Hollywood” end that my taste is probably different. If I can’t read “popular” novels because they are just too dreadfully written, this isn’t so with Hollywood cinema, which can be very well made indeed. I’m not sure what this says about the respective industries, or about people in general.
If you want some specifics: the Guardian did a list of the top 100 films of the 2000s round the turn of the year: – neither of the films I enjoyed most was in it. Not merely that, one was only mentioned in the comments by two people; and the other wasn’t mentioned by anyone at all. They were, respectively: Wong Kar-Wai’s 2046, and Tran Anh Hung’s At the Height of Summer. – On the negative side, I feel great difficulty in expressing my utter contempt for the entire oeuvre of Lars von Trier (or at least as much of it as I’ve ever been able to bring myself to watch).