I love dark stuff, as well, but perhaps I like it more tinged with absurdist humor? Buñuel's Mexican period is one of my favorite things, but that shiz is dark. (I also love the late, French straight-up brilliantly hilarious stuff like The Milky Way and Phantom of Liberty.)
originally posted by Todd Abrams:
Crapped out on The White Ribbon? How do you feel about Bergman?
Maybe that's what didn't work for me? It was like Bergman but... less compulsively inviting? I love Bergman. Or maybe I tried The White Ribbon at a bad time; I rarely go back to things that don't catch me on first go.
Or should I say that I love Bergman, but I haven't been able to do it with Bresson?*
And it's not about pace; I've been trying to figure that out, too. I love Antonioni. I could watch Rohmer for hours and hours and hours (though he's more peppy; though some would say that there is no plot). And then I draw my Godard line at 1965 and earlier. And my Truffaut line zigzags between things that are great and things that are jaw-droppingly pandering.
Sorry, not sure all of WD wants to read about my own SUPERDUPERPERSONAL film tastes. But that was part of my reaction to the A.O. Scott piece you linked to. I'm not a film illiterate, but I wouldn't tell every person that HEY, 8 1/2 IS AWESOME BUT BICYCLE THIEVES SUCKS BECAUSE MY TASTES ARE THAT (and/or) the one is intrinsically better. But I love the former and I dislike the latter.
Does that make sense?
*ETA: Except "Les dames du Bois de Boulogne," which rules—perhaps underscoring my point about what is liked by whom.