Best new movie I saw in March: Window Horses, or The Poetic Persian Epiphany of Rosie Ming
The only rewatch that mattered in March: In the Mood for Love in 35mm
And my first viewing/review for April:
Obit (8.5/10) - Vanessa Gould directs this documentary about the obituary writers working for the New York Times. A good contrast to Kedi, the cat documentary I saw earlier this week, which is nice and cute but doesn't really offer much you couldn't already get out of a hundred youtube videos. Obit actually digs, and probes, and examines its subject from various angles... it informs, and entertains, but more than all of that, it manages to find and tell a good story. It follows the writers over the course of a single day at the office, and only showcases the stories they work on that particular day, but through this basic structure, Gould is able to contextualize their entire job: the hour by hour work that they actually do, their relationship to the rest of the Times, their interaction with other departments, and the political and aesthetic choices they individually make in their own writing, as writers, or collectively as a journalistic department.
It also becomes a surprisingly cathartic journey, too, as the film creates a space for viewers to confront and even find a bit of closure with some recent "big" deaths, like Prince, and Bowie, and Robin Williams. And through these big news stories (because, after all, writing an obit is still reporting the news), the film is able to go more broad, addressing the ways in which we all confront death, live with the knowledge of mortality, and celebrate life. This is a film about death that ends up being about how to live. This is a film that finds art and philosophy in obituary columns. I'll admit, I had a tear in my eye at one point. Also, it's ridiculously funny. This is a film that also finds humor in death, and thank god (the final shot is an incredible punch line, and release valve, so I won't spoil it). My favorite sections involve the massive media archive known as The Morgue, and its wonderfully jovial caretaker. There's a beautiful absurdity to the "advance obits" kept down there.
One actual criticism: The soundtrack sucks. I swear to god, I've heard background music like this in a thousand other documentaries.