Autumn Blossoms Movie Review
Needless to say, I would rather watch American Beauty, a decent film that deals with flowers and is actually fun to watch, than sit through another showing of Autumn Blossoms, a film that is about flowers and is about as much fun as a root canal. Autumn Blossoms is one of the foreign films that gives foregin films a bad name. It is slow, drawn out, ultra-bohemian, and incredibly highbrow. Instead of accepting the simple fact that a cow on a rural road moves faster than this movie, writer-director Shunsaku Irehata opts for the unoriginal. He inserts subplot after subplot of every moralistic story that he can, from the desperation that leads a middle class 19-year-old to sell herself to the incredible frustration that a lighter-skinned Nipponese child felt in the post W.W.II. years.
As far as the question of whether or not I liked the movie goes, if you don't know by now, you haven't been reading this review.
Then again, I'm not Nipponese. If I were Nipponese, if I considered the crysanthamum a national passtime, and if I had absolutely nothing to do other than watch high-concept low-execution cinema, than I might have enjoyed this film. As it is, it is simply a waste of your time.