“Well, to tell you the truth, I lied a little.”
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
This seems like the last movie of the ‘70s. CUTTER’S WAY hardly resembles anything in contemporary film; at this point, it’s like comparing Renaissance oil paintings to Warhol lithographs. This art form changes rapidly. Lucky we’ll always have the first wave of dark and heady independent American cinema.
There’s beautiful and evocative imagery of Taipei apartment life (no shock, since I’ve seen Yang perfect that aesthetic in YI YI) but I found this film to be dull in large patches. The characters don’t feel three-dimensional; they principally serve Yang’s unconvincing intersecting-lives-style narrative.
This movie is a remarkable sensory experience. Just cast aside any narrative expectations (which I could do on a rewatch). Malick's oblique style is quite affecting here, but his weird editing choices sometimes undermine the story (for example: the jumpy, disjointed battle sequence). Farrell is perfect for a role that asks his eyebrows to do much of the work.