on friday mrs. noz and i saw broken flowers. i really liked it, and, in fact, i seem to like it more and more the more i ruminate over the various scenes in my head.
i don't want to spoil anything, arguably there is nothing for me to spoil. it's the type of film you can leave and then argue later over what exactly happened, or more specifically, who wrote a certain letter and whether the letter was a lie or the truth. the thing i really liked about it was how there was no hand-holding. the phrasing of certain lines is important, but the movie does nothing to force your attention on just how much--or little--the character is saying. there are clues everywhere, or maybe nowhere. they all seem to point to different answers. that's not to say that the movie is not coherent. it's not like mulholland drive. but at it's heart, "broken flowers" is a mystery movie. not a murder mystery, there's no murder anywhere in the picture, nor any crime at all for that matter. but i still found it to be very compelling. i've already bought the soundtrack too.
