转Lopate的影评
我是买的criterion collection 05年出的双碟装，其中随碟赠送的book中收录了Phillip Lopate的影评，我觉得还不错吧，就转在这儿了，希望有哪位达人可以翻译成中文，嗯嗯～～～
Philip Lopate is on the New York Film Festival Selection Committee.
From The Other Shore
by Phillip Lopate
Often appearing on lists of the ten greatest films of all time, called one of the most beautiful films ever made, or the most masterful work of Japanese cinema, Ugetsu comes to us awash in superlatives. No less acclaimed has been its maker, Kenji Mizoguchi: "Like Bach, Titian, and Shakespear, he is the greatest in his art", enthused the French critic Jean Douchet; and not far behind were Jean-Luc Godard, who declared him "the greatest of filmmakers", and the New York Times critic Vincent Canby, who extolled him as "one of the great directors of the sound era". In other words, Mizoguchi belongs in the same exalted company as Jean Renoir, Orson Welles, Carl Dreyer, Alfred Hitchcock, Max Ophuls, Sergei Eisenstain, Bobert Blesson, and Akira Kuraosawa (who looked up to the older man as his master). This near unanimous reverence for both Ugetsu and Mizoguchi among world filmmakers and critics may be puzzling to the American moviegoing public, for whom both names remain relatively unfamiliar. In order to understand what the fuss is about, we may need to take a step back from these superlatives, or at least put them in context.
Mizoguchi(1898-1956) began his career in the silent era and made dozens of luent, entertaining studio films before arriving at his lyrical, rigorous visual style and patented tragic humanism, around the agoe of forty. His first masterworks were a pair of bitterly realistic films, made in 1936, on the subject of modern women's struggles, Sisters of the Gion and Osaka Elegy. These breakthrough led to the classic Story of the Last CHrysanthemum(1939), set in the Meiji era, about a Kabuki actor who stubbornly hones his craft with the aid of his all-too-sacrificing lover. In this film, Mizoguchi perfected his signature "flowing scroll,""one shot-one scene" style of long-duration takes, which, by keeping the camera well back, avoiding close-ups, and linking the characters to their environment, generated hypnotic tension and psychological density. During the early 1940s, the director was hampered by the Japanese studio's war propaganda effort, though he did make a statly, two-part version of The 47 Ronin. After the war ended, he turned to a series of intense pictures advocating progressive, democratizing ideals, which fell in with the occupation;s values while wobbling aesthetically between subtle refinement and hammy melodrama.
Then, in the 1950s, he regained his touch and created those sublimely flowing, harrowing masterpieces that represent the pinnacle of his directorial achievement: The Life of Oharu(1952), Ugetsu(1953), AStory from Chikamatsu(1954), Sansho the Bailiff(1954), New Tales of the Taira Clan(1955), and Street of Shame(1956). Except for the last, these pictures were all set in earlier times: Mizoguchi, drawing on Saikaku, Chikamatsu, and other classical writers, had become a specialist in the past, reinterpreting national history as much as, say, John Ford, and insisting, like Luchino Visconti, on accurate historical detail, borrowing props, kimono, suits of armor from museums and private collectors. He attributed his fascination with traditional Japanese culture partly to his own relocation from Tokyo to the Kyoto area.
No doubt, some of Mizoguchi's belated international renown (he won Venice Filem Festival prized three years in a row, for The Life of Oharu, Ugetsu, and Sansho the Bailiff) had to do with satisfying the West's taste for an exoticized, traditional Japan. But he also fit the profile of the brilliant, uncompromising auteur (a perfectionist who would demand hundreds of retakes and move a house several feet to improve the vista). Also, his moving-camera, long-shot aesthetic exemplified the Bazinian mise-en-scene aesthetic that the young Cahies du cinema critics were championing, and anticipated the widescreen filmmaking of Michelangelo Antononi, Miklos Jansco, Hicholas Ray, and others.
Mizoguchi engaged with the past not to recapture nostalgically some lost model of serenity but, if anything, to reveal the opposite. In preparing Ugetsu, he was drawn to sixteenth-century chronicles about civil wars and their effect on the common people. As a starting point, he and screenwriter Yoshikata Yoda adapted two tales from an eighteenth century colleciton of ghost stories, Akinari Ueda's Ugetsu monogatori(Tales of Moonlight and Rain), retaining much of the imagery while altering elements of the stories. The perennially dissatisfied Mizoguchi stressed in his notes to the long suffering Yoda: "The feeling of wartime must be apparent in the attitude of every character. The violence of war unleashed by those in power on a pretext of the national good must overwhelm the common people with suffering-moral and physical. Yet the commoners, even under these conditions, must continue to live and eat. This theme is what I especially want to emphasize here. How should I do it?"
Ugetsu ended up concentrating on two couple. The main pair are a poor potter, Genjuro, who is eager to make war profits by selling wares to the competing armies, and his devoted wife, Miyagi, who would prefer he stay at home with their little boy and not take chances on the road. (THe acting between thede two is beyond exquisite: the brooding Masayuki Mori, who played Genjuro, and the imcomparable Kinuyo Tanaka, cast as his wife, were two of Japan's greatest actors, though filmed by Mizoguchi in a determinedly unglamorous, non-movie-star way.) The second couple are a peasant, Tobei, who assists Genjuro in his trade but would rather become a samurai, and his shrewish wife, Ohama, who rudicules her husband's fantasies of military glory. In this "gender tragedy", if you will, the men pursue their aggressive dreams, bringing havoc on themselves and their wives. Still, the point is underlined that these men don't want to escape their wives; they only want to triumph in the larger world, so as to returnto their wives made into bigger men by boast-worthy adventures and costly presents.
Are we to take it, then, that the moral of the film is: better stay at home, cultivate your garden, nose to the grindstone? No, Mizoguchi's viewpoint is not cautionary but realistic: this is the way human bings are, never satisfied;everything changes, life is suffering, one cannot avoid one's fate. If they had stayed at home, they might just as easily have been killed by pillaging soldiers. The fact that they chose to leave gives us a plot, and some ineffably lovely, heartbreaking sequences.
The celebrated Lake Biew episode, where the two couples come upon a phantom boat in the mists, is surely one of the most lyrical anywhere in cinema. Edited to create a stunningly uncanny mood, it also prepares us for the supernatural elements that follow. The dying sailor on the boat is not a ghost, though the travelers at first take him for one; he warns them, particularly the women, to beware of attacking pirates, another ominous foreshadowing.
It is the movie's supreme balancing act to be able to move seamlessly between the realistic and the otherworlding. Mizoguchi achieves this feat by varying the direction between a sober, almost documentary, long-distance view of mayhem and several carefully choregraphed set pieces, such as the leave of his wife and son: the pattern of cuts between the husband on the boat, moving off, and the wife running along the shore, waving, comes to concentrate more and more on her stricken, prescient awareness of what lies ahead(he, still having no idea, does not deserve our scrutiny). Later, the bestial behavior of the hungry, marauding soldiers coming upon the potter's wife is shot from above, with a detached inevitability that makes the savagery more matter-of -fact, the soldiers pathetically staggering about in the background (an effect that must inspired Godard and Francois Truffaut in their distanced shoot-outs).
Mizoguchi's artistry reacher its pinnacle in the eerie sequences between Genjuro and Lady Wakasa. Bolerolike music underscores the giddy progrssion by which the humble potter is lured to the noble woman's house, is seduced by her, and experiences the ecstasy of paradis, only to learn that he has fallen in love with a ghost. Machiko Kyo, one of Japan's screen goddesses, plays Lady Wakasa with white makeup that resembles a Hoh mask and slithery movements along the floor like those of a woman fox. Interestingly, she seduces Genjuro as much with her flattery of his pottery as with her dangerous beauty. Previously, we have seen Genjuro (a surrogate for the director?) obsessed with his pot making, but it is only when Lady Wakasa compliments him on these objects, which she has been collecting, that he appreciates himself in this light, making the telling comment, "The value of people and things truly depends on their setting." In so doing, he embraces Mizoguchian aesthetics, while she raises him from artisan to artist, putting them on a more equal social footing. Their love affair plays out in the rectangular castle of shoji-screened rooms, around an open courtyard, an architectural setting much more aristocratically formal than the village sequences. There is also a breathtakingly audacious shot that tracks from night to day, starting with the two of them in a bath together, then moving across a dissolve and an open field, to pick them up picnicking and disporting in the garden.
As Mizoguchi's great cinematograher, Kazuo Miyagawa, stated in a 1992 interview, they used a crane 70 percent of the time in filming Ugetsu. The camera, almost constantly moving-not only laterally but vertically conveys the instability into each other, and everything is, finally, transient, subject to betrayal. At her wedding to Genjuro, Lady Wakasa sings: "The finest silk / Of choicest hue / May change and fade away / As would my life / Beloved one / If thou shouldst prove untrue." The camera's viewpoint is always emotionally significant: we look down from above as lady Wakasa leans over Genjuro to seduce him, as though to convey his fear and desire, while we are practically in the mud with Tobei as he crawls along on his belly, before witnessing his big break- the enemy general's suicidal beheading, for which he will take credit.
Just as the camere's image field keeps changing (without ever losing its elegantly apt compositional sense), so too do our sympathies and moral to judgments shifts from character to character. No doubt, Genjuro is right to want to escape the clutches of his ghostly mistress, yet she has given him nothing but happiness and justified in feeling betrayed by him. Tobei is something of a clown, a buffon, yet his pain is real enough when, puffed up with samurai vanity, he finds his wife working in a brothel. The complex camera movement that follows Ohama from berating a customer to stumbling upon the open-jawed Tobei, and the ensuing passge in which she strugglees between anger, shame, and happiness at being reunited with him, demonstrate the way that this director's compassionate, if bitter, moral vision and his choice of camera angle reinforce each other. Mizoguchi's formalism and humanism are part of a single unified expression.
Perhaps the most striking instance of this transcendent tenderness cones toward the end, when Genjuro returns home from his journey, looking for his wife: the camera inscribes a 360-degree arc around the hut, resting at last on the patient, tranquil Miyagi, who we had assumed was dead, having seen her speared earlier. We are relieved, as is Genjuro, to see her preparing a homecoming meal for her husband and mending his kimono while he sleeps. On awaking, he discovers that his wife is indeed dead; it appears he has again been taken in by a woman ghost. The sole consolation is that we (and presumably Genjuro) continue to hear the ghost of Miyagi's voice, as she watches her husband approvingly at his potter's wheel, nothing that he has finally become the man of her ideals, though admitting that it is a pity they no longer occupy the same world. One might say that Mizoguchi's detached, accepting eye also resembles that of a ghost, looking down on mortal confusions, ambitions, vanities, and regrets. While all appearances are transitory and unstable in his world, there is also a powerfully anchoring stillness at its core, a spiritual strength no less than a virtuoso artistic focus. The periodic chants of the landscapes surrounding human need, allude to this unchanging reality side by side with, or underneath, the restlessly mutable. Rooted in historical particulars, Ugetsu is a timeless masterpeice.
Philip Lopate is on the New York Film Festival Selection Committee.
From The Other Shore
by Phillip Lopate
Often appearing on lists of the ten greatest films of all time, called one of the most beautiful films ever made, or the most masterful work of Japanese cinema, Ugetsu comes to us awash in superlatives. No less acclaimed has been its maker, Kenji Mizoguchi: "Like Bach, Titian, and Shakespear, he is the greatest in his art", enthused the French critic Jean Douchet; and not far behind were Jean-Luc Godard, who declared him "the greatest of filmmakers", and the New York Times critic Vincent Canby, who extolled him as "one of the great directors of the sound era". In other words, Mizoguchi belongs in the same exalted company as Jean Renoir, Orson Welles, Carl Dreyer, Alfred Hitchcock, Max Ophuls, Sergei Eisenstain, Bobert Blesson, and Akira Kuraosawa (who looked up to the older man as his master). This near unanimous reverence for both Ugetsu and Mizoguchi among world filmmakers and critics may be puzzling to the American moviegoing public, for whom both names remain relatively unfamiliar. In order to understand what the fuss is about, we may need to take a step back from these superlatives, or at least put them in context.
Mizoguchi(1898-1956) began his career in the silent era and made dozens of luent, entertaining studio films before arriving at his lyrical, rigorous visual style and patented tragic humanism, around the agoe of forty. His first masterworks were a pair of bitterly realistic films, made in 1936, on the subject of modern women's struggles, Sisters of the Gion and Osaka Elegy. These breakthrough led to the classic Story of the Last CHrysanthemum(1939), set in the Meiji era, about a Kabuki actor who stubbornly hones his craft with the aid of his all-too-sacrificing lover. In this film, Mizoguchi perfected his signature "flowing scroll,""one shot-one scene" style of long-duration takes, which, by keeping the camera well back, avoiding close-ups, and linking the characters to their environment, generated hypnotic tension and psychological density. During the early 1940s, the director was hampered by the Japanese studio's war propaganda effort, though he did make a statly, two-part version of The 47 Ronin. After the war ended, he turned to a series of intense pictures advocating progressive, democratizing ideals, which fell in with the occupation;s values while wobbling aesthetically between subtle refinement and hammy melodrama.
Then, in the 1950s, he regained his touch and created those sublimely flowing, harrowing masterpieces that represent the pinnacle of his directorial achievement: The Life of Oharu(1952), Ugetsu(1953), AStory from Chikamatsu(1954), Sansho the Bailiff(1954), New Tales of the Taira Clan(1955), and Street of Shame(1956). Except for the last, these pictures were all set in earlier times: Mizoguchi, drawing on Saikaku, Chikamatsu, and other classical writers, had become a specialist in the past, reinterpreting national history as much as, say, John Ford, and insisting, like Luchino Visconti, on accurate historical detail, borrowing props, kimono, suits of armor from museums and private collectors. He attributed his fascination with traditional Japanese culture partly to his own relocation from Tokyo to the Kyoto area.
No doubt, some of Mizoguchi's belated international renown (he won Venice Filem Festival prized three years in a row, for The Life of Oharu, Ugetsu, and Sansho the Bailiff) had to do with satisfying the West's taste for an exoticized, traditional Japan. But he also fit the profile of the brilliant, uncompromising auteur (a perfectionist who would demand hundreds of retakes and move a house several feet to improve the vista). Also, his moving-camera, long-shot aesthetic exemplified the Bazinian mise-en-scene aesthetic that the young Cahies du cinema critics were championing, and anticipated the widescreen filmmaking of Michelangelo Antononi, Miklos Jansco, Hicholas Ray, and others.
Mizoguchi engaged with the past not to recapture nostalgically some lost model of serenity but, if anything, to reveal the opposite. In preparing Ugetsu, he was drawn to sixteenth-century chronicles about civil wars and their effect on the common people. As a starting point, he and screenwriter Yoshikata Yoda adapted two tales from an eighteenth century colleciton of ghost stories, Akinari Ueda's Ugetsu monogatori(Tales of Moonlight and Rain), retaining much of the imagery while altering elements of the stories. The perennially dissatisfied Mizoguchi stressed in his notes to the long suffering Yoda: "The feeling of wartime must be apparent in the attitude of every character. The violence of war unleashed by those in power on a pretext of the national good must overwhelm the common people with suffering-moral and physical. Yet the commoners, even under these conditions, must continue to live and eat. This theme is what I especially want to emphasize here. How should I do it?"
Ugetsu ended up concentrating on two couple. The main pair are a poor potter, Genjuro, who is eager to make war profits by selling wares to the competing armies, and his devoted wife, Miyagi, who would prefer he stay at home with their little boy and not take chances on the road. (THe acting between thede two is beyond exquisite: the brooding Masayuki Mori, who played Genjuro, and the imcomparable Kinuyo Tanaka, cast as his wife, were two of Japan's greatest actors, though filmed by Mizoguchi in a determinedly unglamorous, non-movie-star way.) The second couple are a peasant, Tobei, who assists Genjuro in his trade but would rather become a samurai, and his shrewish wife, Ohama, who rudicules her husband's fantasies of military glory. In this "gender tragedy", if you will, the men pursue their aggressive dreams, bringing havoc on themselves and their wives. Still, the point is underlined that these men don't want to escape their wives; they only want to triumph in the larger world, so as to returnto their wives made into bigger men by boast-worthy adventures and costly presents.
Are we to take it, then, that the moral of the film is: better stay at home, cultivate your garden, nose to the grindstone? No, Mizoguchi's viewpoint is not cautionary but realistic: this is the way human bings are, never satisfied;everything changes, life is suffering, one cannot avoid one's fate. If they had stayed at home, they might just as easily have been killed by pillaging soldiers. The fact that they chose to leave gives us a plot, and some ineffably lovely, heartbreaking sequences.
The celebrated Lake Biew episode, where the two couples come upon a phantom boat in the mists, is surely one of the most lyrical anywhere in cinema. Edited to create a stunningly uncanny mood, it also prepares us for the supernatural elements that follow. The dying sailor on the boat is not a ghost, though the travelers at first take him for one; he warns them, particularly the women, to beware of attacking pirates, another ominous foreshadowing.
It is the movie's supreme balancing act to be able to move seamlessly between the realistic and the otherworlding. Mizoguchi achieves this feat by varying the direction between a sober, almost documentary, long-distance view of mayhem and several carefully choregraphed set pieces, such as the leave of his wife and son: the pattern of cuts between the husband on the boat, moving off, and the wife running along the shore, waving, comes to concentrate more and more on her stricken, prescient awareness of what lies ahead(he, still having no idea, does not deserve our scrutiny). Later, the bestial behavior of the hungry, marauding soldiers coming upon the potter's wife is shot from above, with a detached inevitability that makes the savagery more matter-of -fact, the soldiers pathetically staggering about in the background (an effect that must inspired Godard and Francois Truffaut in their distanced shoot-outs).
Mizoguchi's artistry reacher its pinnacle in the eerie sequences between Genjuro and Lady Wakasa. Bolerolike music underscores the giddy progrssion by which the humble potter is lured to the noble woman's house, is seduced by her, and experiences the ecstasy of paradis, only to learn that he has fallen in love with a ghost. Machiko Kyo, one of Japan's screen goddesses, plays Lady Wakasa with white makeup that resembles a Hoh mask and slithery movements along the floor like those of a woman fox. Interestingly, she seduces Genjuro as much with her flattery of his pottery as with her dangerous beauty. Previously, we have seen Genjuro (a surrogate for the director?) obsessed with his pot making, but it is only when Lady Wakasa compliments him on these objects, which she has been collecting, that he appreciates himself in this light, making the telling comment, "The value of people and things truly depends on their setting." In so doing, he embraces Mizoguchian aesthetics, while she raises him from artisan to artist, putting them on a more equal social footing. Their love affair plays out in the rectangular castle of shoji-screened rooms, around an open courtyard, an architectural setting much more aristocratically formal than the village sequences. There is also a breathtakingly audacious shot that tracks from night to day, starting with the two of them in a bath together, then moving across a dissolve and an open field, to pick them up picnicking and disporting in the garden.
As Mizoguchi's great cinematograher, Kazuo Miyagawa, stated in a 1992 interview, they used a crane 70 percent of the time in filming Ugetsu. The camera, almost constantly moving-not only laterally but vertically conveys the instability into each other, and everything is, finally, transient, subject to betrayal. At her wedding to Genjuro, Lady Wakasa sings: "The finest silk / Of choicest hue / May change and fade away / As would my life / Beloved one / If thou shouldst prove untrue." The camera's viewpoint is always emotionally significant: we look down from above as lady Wakasa leans over Genjuro to seduce him, as though to convey his fear and desire, while we are practically in the mud with Tobei as he crawls along on his belly, before witnessing his big break- the enemy general's suicidal beheading, for which he will take credit.
Just as the camere's image field keeps changing (without ever losing its elegantly apt compositional sense), so too do our sympathies and moral to judgments shifts from character to character. No doubt, Genjuro is right to want to escape the clutches of his ghostly mistress, yet she has given him nothing but happiness and justified in feeling betrayed by him. Tobei is something of a clown, a buffon, yet his pain is real enough when, puffed up with samurai vanity, he finds his wife working in a brothel. The complex camera movement that follows Ohama from berating a customer to stumbling upon the open-jawed Tobei, and the ensuing passge in which she strugglees between anger, shame, and happiness at being reunited with him, demonstrate the way that this director's compassionate, if bitter, moral vision and his choice of camera angle reinforce each other. Mizoguchi's formalism and humanism are part of a single unified expression.
Perhaps the most striking instance of this transcendent tenderness cones toward the end, when Genjuro returns home from his journey, looking for his wife: the camera inscribes a 360-degree arc around the hut, resting at last on the patient, tranquil Miyagi, who we had assumed was dead, having seen her speared earlier. We are relieved, as is Genjuro, to see her preparing a homecoming meal for her husband and mending his kimono while he sleeps. On awaking, he discovers that his wife is indeed dead; it appears he has again been taken in by a woman ghost. The sole consolation is that we (and presumably Genjuro) continue to hear the ghost of Miyagi's voice, as she watches her husband approvingly at his potter's wheel, nothing that he has finally become the man of her ideals, though admitting that it is a pity they no longer occupy the same world. One might say that Mizoguchi's detached, accepting eye also resembles that of a ghost, looking down on mortal confusions, ambitions, vanities, and regrets. While all appearances are transitory and unstable in his world, there is also a powerfully anchoring stillness at its core, a spiritual strength no less than a virtuoso artistic focus. The periodic chants of the landscapes surrounding human need, allude to this unchanging reality side by side with, or underneath, the restlessly mutable. Rooted in historical particulars, Ugetsu is a timeless masterpeice.
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