^ Sideways was a lovely little film. A few of my latest viewings:
Forbidden Games (1952, Rene Clement)
One one level, this is an endearing, yet candid tale of two children forming a friendship in the midst of unparalleled war. On another, it is a challenging observation into the role religion renders in times of turmoil and arduous living. Not only does the film furnish its viewers with a perspective of war through the eye's of the young, often oblivious and impervious to the nature of human conflict and death, itself, but it also summons as a critique of religion, and how it detaches those more than it bonds, especially during times of hardship. The film spawns some powerful imagery, whether it be portraying the callosity of war to the fraternity of friendship all the way down to its poignant and somber conclusion. As the film tends to lose some focus in its middle act by steering away from its two central characters and as there is a scene or two that felt oddly misplaced, it is a harrowing war film, and one that I can imagine will be sticking with me for quite some time. I reckon a 7.5 or 8 seems fitting here.
My Life to Live (1962, Jean-Luc Godard)
This is a less sweeping and voguish piece from a time where French cinema was, arguably, at its most pioneering and creative. That's not to say it was not novel in nature (because it was). It told a reasonably levelheaded story with an effective episodic approach, as the film consisted of twelve chapters, each building on each other, to depict an essentially tragic crossing from ambition and aspiration to the succumbs of - what is - a financially rewarding but despairing 'industry'. The true strengths of this film lies within its impressive direction and redolent lead performance, as Anna Karina captures everything from ambivalence and curiosity to joy and dejection. In saying that, my main problem with Godard persists - there was one too many overblown or pompous moments, including one scene at a cafe that just did not feel at all suitable or needed in the context of the film. It often feels like his films go down these 'philosophical rant' blusters, and that is maddening because it disrupts the flow and feel of the film. I get the impression that Godard is having a hard time between telling a story and embedding in his own pensive thoughts within them. Ultimately, good, but flawed. Probably a 6 here.
The Ascent (1977, Larisa Shepitko)
There has perhaps been no war film more harrowing, more dismal, and more shattering than this. It is dispirited, despondent, and provides its viewers nothing other than the dastardly reality of the Great Patriotic War. An utterly unforgiving viewing, but one of necessity as there are few films that hold as much force as this. It is through its sweeping black and white photography where Shepitko illuminates the boundless, infinite, and stark landscape of rural Russia, saturated in limitless white, in the midst of treacherous, perilous conditions, at the core of humanity's most deadliest conflict. It is a visual masterwork, adopting a very stifle, unsettling approach, spawning images that are both painfully poignant and dismaying, but also very real and stern. Through all of its optical beauty, it is the music, furnishing a sense of underlying creepiness and a gripping screen presence (Plotnikov, in particular, being absolutely remarkable) that makes this not only one of the most dexterous of war films, or even one of the leading, preeminent Soviet works, but simply and unequivocally one of the best films I have ever seen. A haunting masterwork that manages to steer away from any propagandic overtones (uncommon in Soviet films that deal with these type of subjects), and provide nothing but a bleak and intrepid depiction of the seemingly inevitable demise of those struggling to survive in rural Russia. Perhaps a 10, which I seldom give away on first viewings. Might stick with a 9.5 and see how its eventual rewatch will hold up.