Synecdoche New York
Cries and Whispers
Uncle Boonme Who Can Recall His Past Lives
Enter the Void
Taste of Cherry
Mother and Son
On what I have here.. I’d say
Cries and Whispers
Synedoche New York
The Death of Mr. Lazarescu
Taste of Cherry
all that jazz (mortality with musical numbers)
after life (kore-eda)
Defending Your LIfe
Woody Allen’s Love and Death – I love the ending punch line: death is worse than the chicken at a restaurant he used to visit.
DARK VICTORY (not JUST a champagne head-ache)
My favorites/what instantly came to mind: Synecdoche, New York, Ikiru, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Wild Strawberries, The Barbarian Invasions, The Fountain. Yes, so nothing new. But there are also elements of death, if you will, that I really appreciate and like such as Woody Allen’s comedic/existential crisis in Hannah and Her Sisters and there are also cases you could make for movies like The Assassination of Jesse James in which Jesse James, as portrayed here, is unhinged, suicidal and essentially allows himself to be killed. Recently, The Tree of Life deals with a lot of life/death themes (I need to rewatch this). But yeah, overall, Synecdoche comes comes closest to capturing a specific dread and inevitability of death for me; it’s the one I connect with most.
Also – I didn’t even think of films that are about grief, dealing with a loss, etc. – something like In the Bedroom or The Sweet Hereafter. Those are good, too.
Near Death (1989) was already mentioned. Also, The Act of Seeing With One’s Own Eyes (1971) is a great exploration of the subject. But it might haunt your dreams.
Time Indefinite by Ross McElwee is one of the best when it comes to acceptance. Staring right down in the pain. Heartbreaking.
Mike Figgis’ Leaving Las Vegas
Definitely Death and Transfiguration of Terence Davies
‘The Muppet Christmas Carol’ & ‘Sick: The Life And Death Of Bob Flanagan Supermasochist’
great call on LEAVNG LAS VEGAS
this might sound odd but is it not the whole history of art about just that? beating death? trying to be immortal. portrait of an artist while young? try and be young at heart? manoel de oliveira as a 102 film-maker? is it not that the aCTUAL point of this whole discussion? we could name 1 film, 10 films, 100 films, 1000 films. it’s all about our own perceptions of individuals. not getting nearer a final all-time top 10 awesome flicks about death. with death, death within. i mean all the greats talked about that. all the greats in every art do. all the greats on cinema did just that. naming films is beyond the point. making them. however now that’s a point. because when you’re creating you’re actually escaping death for a few hours, days. weeks. months (depending on how long principal photography actually does last). other than that bah. we’re all dying from the nano-second we’re expelled from our mothers box. and then we run toward the abyss. some faster than others. some with great happiness. wait on me cobain. some directors take a lifetime of a 100 years to do just that. others do not. and they try and avoid that issue. but your actuall cells are dying as you breathe. so you might run. do. be. and in the end. you will be used as manure. for somethin’. we’re all god’s manure. so we’re just puppets on the hands of fate. faith. money. time. god. devil. sex whatever. the more we do. the more we die. if we don’t do anything at all we die a little less but our inside(s) die faster. aka oh-sweet cancer. the disease of the age. actual it’s the hipster disease. what you got? oh dude i got me some a-grade cancer. it’s ossum tho. i’ve like 10 mins to live. it’s like 5 crystal castles songs in a row. like a quickie. or maybe a 10-mim krautrock music. or a classical tune worth. i dunno. i’m dying dude. oh man that’s rad. i know right? right. hi5- erm no? no? how come. that’s the actual name of a dying social networking site. wow. is it really? oh yes it is. and it’s dying. of the internet. oh the internet. well. so what’s the point? if we see films about death we wanna die more quickly and hardly or do we wanna live more? i mean when i saw PASSION OF THE (Thee?) CHRIST i felt like goin’ home and hug all my relatives and say to them. love you and i love you. and i (wait for it) love you too. i dunno. it all seems so so so so so so so so so so pointless. planet will not cry. europe will not cry. my country will not. region will not. town will not. neighborhood will not. building will not. appartment will not. hallway will not. bed will not. sheets will not. maybe pillow will. or will she? nah. pillow thingie will she? nah. so who will? no one. that’s the thing. we are born alone and lonely. we live alone and lonely. we die alone and lonely. it’s all the same. if death is the void. why does life imitate death so so so well? is it because life and death are holding hands. it’s all the same things. all molecules? all atoms? all string vibrating “forever”. we are small but we think we get the universe. has the universe really tried and understand us. has he or it or she? such a slacker the universe. does not care about us kids. never did. never has. for all we know he’s getting a coupla of neat meteorites and he’s gonna golden shower (all great thing in life are golden right?) us with them. why? the universe is mean as hell and likes his fireworks loud and with a bang. and he wants to see us die. and really quickly. planet too. how many times did it wipe out all life on earth (almost of it) 9 times? we’re gonna be ten. universe likes his number to be like human female breasts nice and round and around. so bam. come on meteorites. bring it. we’re not afraid. seriously. bring them. and we will kick fate and faith back and we’re gonna win because we’re better than this. always was always will be. and then you will shut the hell up and respect us womans ‘cause we will cheat death harder than you. and we’re billions. i’m cocky? you’re cocky. now I (and not you) choose to leave this topic. so I win. be fruitful all you darling film-buffs and buffettes. be awesome. i’m out. good topic though. a little too ranty. but that’s just me. all moody and moody too. stay cool mubi cats. :)
Short Film About Killing
Poor already-dead Ripley wanted to die before she gives birth to little aliens, alien dude wouldn’t touch her ‘cause she’s the mother, Charles Dutton refused to kill her ‘cause she’s the bait. The corporation ain’t no help either so she offed herself in a sea of flames.
The Seventh Seal, Ikiru, Y tu mama tambien, Cries and Whispers, and like a zillion others.
…and Orpheus (1949), is gorgeous.
The Passion of Joan of Arc
Paths of Glory
Shoot the Piano Player
2001: A Space Odyssey (in fact all post 2001 Kubrick films deal with an idea of death and rebirth in different ways, often in relation to psychological complexes. But in 2001 we see a literal death and rebirth, though as a symbol it has several implications related to the film.
The Mirror (Tarkovsky)
Three Colors: Blue
50 / 50 was great
Dead Ringers y Teorema
The Act of Seeing With One’s Own Eyes
Allan King’s documentary Dying at Grace
Love and Death
Harold and Maude
He Died With A Felafel In His Hand.