persepolis

we can’t be the only ones who’ve seen this. it came highly recommended by our friends jane and karen in boulder, not to mention the majority of reliable film critics, but i fear i found it a little disappointing. which is not to say i disliked it. the animation is wonderful, and a refreshing change from the pixar-realism of american animation, or for that matter the magical miyazaki style. however, the narrative was a little flat. the film may just be inheriting the graphic novel’s lack of thematic complexity (i have not read it), but i thought there was no real interesting connection made between the coming of age story and the potted history of the iranian revolution. by which i mean that the two were just there together, and neither illuminated or shaded the other in an interesting way. i appreciated the film (and the graphic novel’s, i presume) resistance to the mapping of personal growth onto a journey of salvation to the west, which is all too common a feature of the genre, but it would have been more interesting if the film paid more attention to questions of gender within the iranian revolution. from the little i know of it, i understand that older women, especially from the non-westernized classes were a large, public part of the revolution. and, of course, class itself is mostly elided here. i don’t wish to suggest that the story of a westernized, (presumably) upper-middle class kid cannot be the central story of a critique of the iranian revolution, but it needed to be situated a little more. why does she go to french school in tehran in the first place? how does her family have contacts in vienna and paris? (and, as sunhee asked, why is the film in french to begin with?) how does her immediate family survive in a time when all their radical friends are disappearing?

anyone else?

Spaced Pineapple

Saw the Express with Jeff last week, and have just finished up both series of Spaced with Kris, and they seem complementary experiences: heavily referential but more parroty homages than parody, attuned to the finer points of myriad pop cultural details iconic and not-so, each devoted to character more than plot, and equally invested in the many pleasures of forgetting forward motion to let said characters chatter and get wasted and circle around their intense emotional relationships with one another.

Both have been pumped up but I found them pleasurable, occasionally brilliant but not all that, even as they were always good company.

Blah di blah. My review is boring. I’d contemplated throwing out some noodling about a generation of filmmakers who commit to reflexivity yet avoid a kneejerk irony or detachment… but I’m feeling no burn to do so. It’s kind of neat that the adoring recreation of, say, a few shots from Tarantino are not just the filmmakers showing off but actually serve the characters–who shape themselves via such associations. And Spaced, in particular, can brilliantly weave such allusions into plots that explore and expand upon these characters’ worlds — the show deploys parody, but the parody’s not its own raison d’etre.

And now that I’ve casually used French, I bid you adieu.