Last night I was in the mood to try something completely foreign to me, and it did not pay off. We tried two different directors who have collections on the Criterion Channel; we tried Alexandria...Why? by Youssef Chahine from 1979 and Floating Clouds by Mikio Maruse from 1955. I didn't know anything about these directors, but for each I went to IMDB and just picked the film that was listed as the one they're most known for. Interestingly, both centered on the fallout of WWII; Alexandria...Why? was smack dab in the middle of fighting in Egypt but seemed to center on civilians mostly, and Floating Clouds dealt with WWII and postwar in Indo-China and Japan, again centered on civilians.
I really did not like either film, and I'm not interested to check out more by Chahine or Maruse unless there's a damn good reason. I hung with each film as long as I could, but I had to bail on each for different reasons.
Alexandria...Why? had some very interesting and compelling editing, but the direction and acting felt hamfisted, to put it bluntly. There really wasn't acting, per se, just delivering lines and sometimes making a facial expression that the actor thought would vaguely or exaggeratedly convey the feel. The editing, although interesting and compelling when splicing actual WWII footage with the film itself, became a chaotic mess when it was just the story in front of you. There was nothing to pull you in to character's inner thoughts, nothing to make you care about their motion in the story; there were just too many walls put up of plain bad acting and clueless directing. Chahine made a ton of films, and I really can't believe that this was deep into his career, for as bad as it was. I had to bail after thirty minutes.
Floating Clouds was much much better, but still not good. The cinematography portended the feel of the rest of the film, just gray everywhere. Everything with a permeating and stifling gray that made it feel like you were analyzing an uninteresting sketch on poor quality paper found in an abandoned house, but without any of the magnetism a mystery in an actual abandoned house would inspire. The shots were at least well framed, and the editor let the story move in a competent way, but here the fundamentals fell short: boring acting, directing, and writing. It was like a soap opera, but less interesting. A love story in which you don't care about either character, and the director has never considered what's makes any human being interesting or not. He thinks that by looking cool you've already accomplished your mission. And that was about it. The dude looked cool and the girl was beautiful in this way where I could see her as the subject of a million paintings. But the directing and writing were so bland as to be utterly repellant. So again, we bailed after thirty minutes.
My wife was trooper. Normally we set a loose fifteen minute role, where if it's clear that the film has no redeeming value, we bail within fifteen minutes, but because I don't know any postwar Japanese film outside Kurosawa, and I don't know any Egyptian film at all, I wanted to ride it out to see if Chahine and Maruse were going anywhere. But they weren't going anywhere I cared to follow. She picks the next film, thank God.