There are people who unknowingly shape you—whose chosen paths in life and work you recognize and lay claim to as your own. There are filmmakers whose voices you look to while discovering your own personal obsessions. Their stories are your stories; inside their images, you catch your own face.
I was eleven years old when I first saw Louis Malle's Lacombe, Lucien at a movie theater on the Champs Elysées in Paris.
Chief among those unseen masterpieces, Taiwanese director Edward Yang’s astonishing, four-hour teens-in-turmoil epic A Brighter Summer Day (1991) not only eluded the nets of American distributors, it was also passed over by the Cannes and New York film festivals, a blunder that looked ever more embarrassing as the film’s critical reputation built throughout the decade. Recently I asked a Cannes programmer who was on duty at the time how the oversight could have happened. With a frown, he said, "Festivals make mistakes." (Here insert history’s riposte: "No shit.")
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