The first of Ozu's silent films that I've seen. He hasn't found his style yet, but he's clearly a talented director. The subject matter is also very different to his later films. Even though it's only about an hour long, I found the pacing really slow. And the soundtrack, at least on the version I watched, was abrasive and distracting.
Another film that I've come to with a huge weight of expectations. I don't think I'm equipped to judge it but I did admire the way that the main character's daydreams and memories and fantasies wove in and out seamlessly. I also have to admire Fellini when faced with so many worries about making a film turning them into the film. If indeed these were his worries. There are lots of great shots where, without a cut, the camera moves…
Karl Urban’s sneer is spot on.
The question is, do I like this so much because I read the comics growing up? Maybe. There’s so much that it gets right for fans especially when compared to the Stallone version. Dredd is not a nice person, he’s not a role model, he never takes his helmet off. HE NEVER TAKES HIS HELMET OFF. It seems so implausible for a mainstream film that we never see the upper half of the main…