There’s only a few days left of the half-off sale from the Criterion Collection. If you’re a newcomer to the home video line, all of those selections can look daunting and you’ll probably stand there for a good while trying to decide what to get. With nearly a thousand titles to choose from, it’s overwhelming. Don’t worry, two Criterion aficionados have their picks that are perfect for any first-time buyer or if you’re looking for something to spice up your shelf.
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Whenever I watch Edward Yang’s A Brighter Summer Day at any moment of my life, something flashes back into my head – it is a memory of a happy moment of my life. At this point of my life, it hits me even harder because I have just hit the age of eighteen years old. Before I hit this moment, I was afraid more than anything. I was especially afraid because I just felt deep down that I wasn’t ready to hit such a moment of my life. Entering adulthood, I felt I wasn’t ready to leave moments of my life that defined what I am right now behind. Of course, I was going to keep them as memories, but even then, they still feel missing. I reflect back upon Edward Yang’s A Brighter Summer Day and its portrait of the youth finding themselves, and I think to myself that somewhere, I’m seeing a life experience coming back to me. As a result, my love for A Brighter Summer Day has only heightened. At four hours, what Edward Yang leaves behind is a search that entrances while it still lasts. Continue reading →
A few days ago, I paid a visit to my uncle’s gravesite, for he had died ten years prior on May 7. The day after I visited his grave, I decided to watch Yi Yi once more, especially with one specific scene in mind, the ending in which the young Yang-Yang speaks to his grandmother one last time at her funeral, a scene which upon my first viewing has been rooted within my head for it touched me so deeply and brought me back to my six-year-old self. I remember the moment in which before the burial of my uncle, I read a short poem summarizing all the happiness that he had brought for me, and just as I watch the stage of childhood in Yi Yi, I find myself at a closeness that I can’t describe on the spot, suddenly I realize that what I’m finding here are some of the closest connections I’ve made with the films I watch, moving me all the more – this truly is a film I adore to my heart. Continue reading →