Nights of Cabiria (1957)
Original Italian title: Le Notti de Cabiria
On the whole, I tend to watch movies with aliens, or zombies, or lots of explosions -- or even exploding alien zombies, given half a chance. Every now and then, however, I convince myself that I should branch out and watch something with a little more depth to it. I start looking through the foreign movie section, at artistic movies, movies with culture. (Hey, they're foreign, that's automatic culture points, that is!) On my last visit to my Amazon wishlist, I bought a few box-sets of movies by French and Italian directors. I also discovered that one of the movies contained therein was also listed independently. Obviously, at some point, I had read something that convinced me I really wanted to see that movie.
And who am I to argue with my Amazon wishlist? The movie in question was Nights of Cabiria, by none other than Federico Fellini; a name I certainly knew, but I can't say I'd seen any of his work. Now I have!
Warning: this review may contain spoilers.
The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover (1989)
"What you've got to realize is that the clever cook puts unlikely things together, like duck and orange, like pineapple and ham. It's called 'artistry'."
Several years ago, on a whim, I plugged "draughtsman" into IMDB to see what came up. That was how I discovered The Draughtsman’s Contract, a film by Peter Greenaway. True to form I promptly started looking for other films by the same director—without ever having watched the first one! Apart from having seen The Pillow Book on late night TV, long before I knew who Peter Greenaway (or even Ewan McGregor) was, I still hadn’t watched any of them until now. A friend wanted to borrow The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover and, since I have a vague rule (oft-broken) about not lending out a DVD unless I’ve at least watched it first, here we are.
Since said friend may well read this I shall keep this commentary spoiler-free.