Silence

[Drunk Monk]

Scorcese makes some weird films. At first, I felt it was a Kurosawa homage, but that's only the early scenes. This is a long rumination about faith and culture. Like with Captain Philips, I found myself rooting for the evil buddhists - not so much the torture part but ideologically. Japan is muddy and did the lead villain really have to be so buck-toothed and whiny like Mr. Moto? There's some gritty bits and some really gorgeous shots, and lots of fog and steam. I would have like more theoleological discussion and for it to be maybe half an hour shorter. The ending when then narrator switched was dragged out too much and really predictable. The baddies all had swords and there's one good chop. It had moments of thought provocation but it needed more. Maybe it'll nag at me more later.