The Sun (2005)
(Solntse)
Country: RUS/IT/SW/FR
Technical: col 110m
Director: Aleksandr Sokurov
Cast: Issei Ogata, Robert Dawson, Kaori Momoi
Synopsis:
As US forces close in, the Emperor Hirohito awaits his fate in the Imperial palace outside Tokyo, conducting a final meeting with his cabinet and discussing marine biology with his state scientist.
Review:
Paced like a ticking clock, and with the sombrest of mise-en-scènes, Sokurov's film minutely observes this diminutive, gentle man who somehow turned a European war into a worldwide conflagration. The scenes with MacArthur are a little stilted and unconvincing, the American actor striking a shambling figure in his ill-fitting uniform, and without insignia of any kind; however, the edge of fantasy in these scenes is doubtless to underscore the director's thesis on the psychopathology of dictators.
(Solntse)
Country: RUS/IT/SW/FR
Technical: col 110m
Director: Aleksandr Sokurov
Cast: Issei Ogata, Robert Dawson, Kaori Momoi
Synopsis:
As US forces close in, the Emperor Hirohito awaits his fate in the Imperial palace outside Tokyo, conducting a final meeting with his cabinet and discussing marine biology with his state scientist.
Review:
Paced like a ticking clock, and with the sombrest of mise-en-scènes, Sokurov's film minutely observes this diminutive, gentle man who somehow turned a European war into a worldwide conflagration. The scenes with MacArthur are a little stilted and unconvincing, the American actor striking a shambling figure in his ill-fitting uniform, and without insignia of any kind; however, the edge of fantasy in these scenes is doubtless to underscore the director's thesis on the psychopathology of dictators.
(Solntse)
Country: RUS/IT/SW/FR
Technical: col 110m
Director: Aleksandr Sokurov
Cast: Issei Ogata, Robert Dawson, Kaori Momoi
Synopsis:
As US forces close in, the Emperor Hirohito awaits his fate in the Imperial palace outside Tokyo, conducting a final meeting with his cabinet and discussing marine biology with his state scientist.
Review:
Paced like a ticking clock, and with the sombrest of mise-en-scènes, Sokurov's film minutely observes this diminutive, gentle man who somehow turned a European war into a worldwide conflagration. The scenes with MacArthur are a little stilted and unconvincing, the American actor striking a shambling figure in his ill-fitting uniform, and without insignia of any kind; however, the edge of fantasy in these scenes is doubtless to underscore the director's thesis on the psychopathology of dictators.