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Better Late than Never: The Best and Worst Theretofore Unseen Movies of 2023, Special Edition: Catching Up with Shunji Iwai, Part 1: How the RIAA Almost Cost Shunji Iwai a Fan, Part IV: Conclusions

2023/12/31

"Why did you do this?" nobody will ask me, so I'll explain: I'll need an approximate score to review the remaining movies that I watched for Cinematic Feature Survey in 2019 and 2020, but the prospect of viewing movies since then without comment has inflicted rashes, insomnia, vomiting, mumps, measles, hot sweats, cold sweats, jactation, blurred vision, Tourette's, crinal growth in weird areas, and a lot of other maladies that aren't symptomatic of STDs, so shut up.

Shunji Iwai, polymath

However, I want to treat of cinematic critique as more than a means to allay bewildering and frankly revolting psychosomatic symptoms. This should be an edifying avocation, not just some way to make my eyes and groin sweat less. Here's what I learned during the past year:

Moreso than last, this was an exciting cinematic year for me. I laughed. I cried. I regurgitated, often while laughing or crying. Sometimes I farted while laughing, crying, or regurgitating, but usually only if I either was laughing or crying -- never all at once, because that would be ridiculous. More than anything else, everything I saw and heard and learned recalled the wisdom of W. C. Fields as expressed in his famous aphorism: "Film is a world unto itself, ideally one without negroes or polio." In an era when, as in all previous eras, yellow people have almost none of either in their movies and make far better ones than whites, you can take that one with a transposed grain of salt. Until next year, when I again tacitly expound on the obvious reality of Japanese and Koreans as the filmic master races, I bid you godspeed and good viewing.

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