I'm on a bus right now and an Adam Sandler sequel has been playing over the loud speakers in Spanish for the last hour. I'm in need of a palate cleanser.
In that spirit, I'm leaping to what I consider the opposite side of the cinematic spectrum. A film I took first overall in the last movie draft and one that has remained an undisputed mainstay in my personal favorite list since the day I first took a dip in its majestic madness.
Ran - 1985
It's difficult for me to talk about Ran in anything but grandiose terms. The westerner's shorthand description is "Shakespeare's King Lear with Samurai" and as both useful and awesome as that description sounds, I think it does Ran an injustice; The film is hardly that derivative.
This is the film that took Akira Kurosawa more than a decade to make. The man created a storyboard of personally hand painted art pieces for this movie. He described the only film he made in the decade prior - a rather ornate and ambitious sweeping epic in its own right - as a mere "dress rehearsal" for Ran. In his own mind, this was Kurosawa's magnum opus - the whole of roughly 50 years of experience and vision brought to life.
And the result, at the age of 75, with many, especially in Japan, considering him old-fashioned and washed-up, Kurosawa produced a beautifully dark and intensely rich tapestry of chaos, betrayal, revenge, and greed that is stunningly gorgeous in cinematography, score, and paradoxically the use of bright, vivid colors.
Ran is mind-bending both in its grand scale scope and ability to intimately portray characters who are mostly wicked, but have, disturbingly, very relatable, human motivations. Lady Kaeda is among my favorite anti-hero/villains of all time specifically because I don't wholly know which category she belongs.
Ran also has one of my singluar favorite scenes in all of cinema: The centerpiece of the film - an entire chaotic castle siege battle scene completely wiped of its natural sounds leaving only the haunting orchestra score. It's disoreanting, uncomfortable, and even a little suffocating not because the viewer is watching soldiers butcherred, buildings burned, and geisha committing seppuku, but because the mind knows it's not hearing the sounds it expects to with those images and can't quite make it right.
The brilliance of Ran is it takes this natural reaction of the audience and uses it to make viewers identify with the main character on screen who is literally losing his mind in the chaos of the flames and bloodshed surrounding him - and makes us identify with him in that way. You kind of feel like you're losing your mind too.
For decades when Kurosawa was asked which of his own films was his favorite, he would give his stock answer "My next one." (an answer I've always found especially clever). That is until 1985. After that and for the rest of his life, his answer was Ran.
Who am I to argue with the little general?