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Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Review #1,224: 'Kundun' (1997)

Kundun, Martin Scorsese's beautifully realised story of the Tenzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama, is possibly his most divisive amongst fans. Directed by the guy whose specialities are wiseguys in sharp suits and dazzling camerawork, Kundun is a remarkably subdued tale. Scorsese had tackled religion before with the controversial The Last Temptation of Christ, but his version of the story of Jesus also came with a recognisable edge. Yet even his roughest and toughest movies come with a sense of spirituality - Mean Streets in particular - and Kundun has this in abundance, so Scorsese isn't exactly far from safe ground. Spirituality is woven into the movie's very fabric, as is the idea of watching a ready-made saint in action.

A saint is precisely how Scorsese views the Dalai Lama, and Melissa Mathison's script paints him like a key religious figure whose teachings can now only be read in scripture. As of 2017, Gyatso is still alive and reigning, although the film begins in 1937. This almost mythical presence does work in the context of Buddhism however, as if their beliefs in reincarnation are true, then Gyatso is just another body containing a soul hundreds of years old. As a young boy (played by Tenzin Yeshi Paichang at 2 years old), he is shown various objects, some of which belonged to the previous Dalai Lama, by some Tibetan monks. He chooses correctly, and is taken away to lead, but as to whether this was the expression on the monks face as he fondled the items or genuine reincarnation, Scorsese lets you ponder. He grows old and wiser, and faces difficult decisions as Imperial China invade to claim Tibet as their own.

This is undoubtedly Scorsese's most beautiful picture, and he takes his time to admire the lavish golds and reds of the ceremonial robes, as well as the intricate creation of Bhavachakra and its inevitable destruction, all backed by Philip Glass' haunting score. The decadence comes at a price however, as although we spend near enough the entire screen time with the Dalai Lama, we learn little about Gyatso. He must suffer his decisions in relative silence, or in hushed utterances to his trusted council. The refusal to follow a traditional narrative makes for a slow-moving if never boring movie, with the drama punctured by a powerful sequence depicting Gyatso standing in a sea of slaughtered monks. While it may leaving us questioning who this man truly was, I can only admire Scorsese's insistence on making the movie he wanted to make. Movies like Kundun are the reason why the director will always be remembered as a true master of his craft.


Directed by: Martin Scorsese
Starring: Tenzin Thuthob Tsarong , Gyurme Tethong, Tulku Jamyang Kunga Tenzin, Tenzin Yeshi Paichang
Country: USA/Monaco

Rating: ****

Tom Gillespie



Kundun (1997) on IMDb

Sunday, 26 February 2012

Review #343: 'Blood and Black Lace' (1964)

When Isabella (Francesca Ungaro), a model, is brutally killed on the grounds of a fashion house by a masked killer, investigator Sylvester (Thomas Reiner) is called in. He discovers a nervous misfit group of employees and models, all seemingly nervous about the pending investigation. When Countess Cristina Como (Eva Bartok) finds Isabella's diary amongst her belongings, tensions run high, and a wave of corruption, drug abuse and blackmail is slowly uncovered as the body count piles up and the killer searches for the diary.

Generally considered as one of the most influential giallos ever made, Mario Bava's Blood and Black Lace oozes style and blood. Opening with a quite stunning credits sequence, the cast are framed in beautifully lit shots alongside the mannequins of the fashion house. It's a great introduction to one of the most gorgeous horrors I've ever seen. I've long admired the style of Dario Argento (his Inferno (1980) and Opera (1987) are up there with the most stylistic) but this film blows him out the water in terms of sheer beauty. The early set piece which sees the killer stalk a model through the underbelly of the fashion house employs bright reds and blues, and it's a hugely effective way to juxtapose the beautiful with the ugly (the inevitable murder).

Yet Black Lace seems to be a work of style over substance, and while there is a bucket load of style, there's precious little substance. Sylvestor's investigation is a prime focus early on, but seems to disappear when the revelation comes. The revelation itself is easily guessable, as the many red herrings are far too obvious, and the reasons behind the murders is a simply written story about blackmail. It was a flop on its release after Bava's two commercially successful films, Black Sunday (1960) and Black Sabbath (1963), and it's not too difficult to see why. I feel I'm yet to see the best of Bava (apart from the excellent Danger: Diabolik (1968) I have only seen the relatively flat A Bay of Blood (1971)), but I'm confident his reputation is there for a reason, and I'll look forward to discovering his better works.


Directed by: Mario Bava
Starring: Cameron Mitchell, Eva Bartok, Thomas Reiner
Country: Italy/France/Monaco

Rating: ***

Tom Gillespie



Blood and Black Lace (1964) on IMDb

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