This took me longer to get to than I wanted, semester has been a fucking nightmare. Too much going on, posting this quickly at the office.
F For Fake: 5/5
I'm biased but I love this movie, I think it's hysterical. So narratively attentive in ways that recall literary masterpieces yet also deeply suspicious of the very concept of high art.
Citizen Kane was a work of utter originality when it came out and this continues the trajectory. It's so meta and self-deprecating, it feels 20 years ahead of its time
And yet the film works to undermine the idea that artistic creativity is compatible with originality or sincerity--at its core, art mobilizes deception and persuasion where audiences perceive something purely original. This doesn't diminish art, for Welles, but simply reveals the misconceptions that characterize popular views of what art is.
The film is also timely as there was a debate raging among academics in the late '60s/early '70s about authenticity in art. For a textual complement to this film, I'd recommend Hugh Kenner's book
The Counterfeiters: An Historical Comedy, which came out about five years before the film.
Uzumaki: 3/5
Expected more from this ultimately, enjoyed the beginning more than the ending--although it's possibly a situation of following the logic of a weird narrative that has nowhere to go but into unhuman places. Looked up the ending of the manga, sounds like it had more conceptual finality that may have been hard to put to film.
Cool things happening with pattern obsessions--artistic on one hand, but paranoiac on the other. In a cynical sense, art is effectively the mobilization of patterns/codes to attract an audience's attention. Some biologists have suggested that our propensity for patterns began as an evolutionary adaptation. Early humans noticed the tall grass waving; some say "it's nothing," others intuit danger. Maybe it's the wind, but when it happens to be a predator those who said "it's nothing" get eaten. Those who run away survive and continue to look for signs/patterns indicating danger. Eventually that attraction to patterns metastasizes into aesthetics, and we have art. Not sure whether the spiral is humanity's undoing or an expression of its evolution into something else (or both, or neither).
Next two didn't do much for me and found it hard to stay engaged, sorry for brief comments. Don't have anything to say really about the role of art in either one.
Drive My Car: 3/5
This was fine but I find it more difficult to feel interested in realist drama these days. Well-made, well-acted, meh, lol.
Henry Fool: 2/5
Never been very enamored by this tenor of bleak indie comedy. When it comes to absurdity and randomness as markers of narrative decohesion, I prefer the Coen bros. Can't tell if the film's perspective on literary craft is meant to be self-deprecating or is heralding some kind of lowbrow inspiration or spontaneity. Maybe there's a critique of artistic inspiration, or at least of the cultural sensibility that valorizes poverty/hardship as a source of artistic inspiration.