Tarr achieves an almost terrifying power but sometimes squanders it by hanging on too long.
There is some fantastic staging at work here.
Red Beard has a Dickensian faith in regular working people.
Rashomon is a total head case. Ikiru is a spike to the heart.
Le Corbeau may be far from trite, but it is just as far from profound.
The pain in Tokyo Story is beautiful.
Your reaction to Rashômon will likely be determined, at least in part, by your attitude toward Nietzsche’s assertion that “God is dead.”