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![]() Tip of the Week Letters from Iwo Jima
Spare, melancholy, steely, fearful, Clint Eastwood's "Letters from Iwo
Jima" is the first great release of 2007. An old man makes another
movie about young men being sent to war for old men's valor: after
"Flags of Our Fathers," Eastwood works from the Japanese perspective
at Iwo Jima, in Japanese. Soldiers huddle in caves, awaiting certain
death, beneath the surface of the black sulphur island that is bombarded
in the American attack, as shown in the earlier film. The look is
stripped down, even for Eastwood, even for his recently passed
91-year-old production designer Henry Bumstead. Shadows are sharper than
the figures that cast them. The visual reserve and supernal calm are
worthy of Kurosawa, of Tarkovsky. A few lines of dialogue are
Beckett-absurd; along a beach, men dig trenches that they may well die
in. As the general brought to toll the final battle, Ken Watanabe is his
sage, serious, handsome, worldly best, and the other faces are
beautifully cast. Consider a moment when he pauses while drawing a sake
cup topped with Johnny Walker to his lips. He pauses. It is a beautiful
pause, adroitly measured. Without words, the screen floods with grace
and sorrow. "Letters from Iwo Jima" brims with grace and sorrow. 141m.
Anamorphic widescreen. "Letters From Iwo Jima" opens Friday at Landmark Century.
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