Wild that Kurosawa can direct a three-and-a-half-hour film that breezes by beautifully, yet he can also make a two-hour one, like The Lower Depths, that feels like it is holding time in a chokehold and shoving its face in the mud. My opinion is definitely harsher due to disappointment in a Kurosawa dud, but, wow, I did not like this. Dull, repetitive, claustrophobic—this took me a few sittings to get through. This is only for Kurosawa completists who want to watch Mifune bathing in 1950s misery porn.
Wild that Kurosawa can direct a three-and-a-half-hour film that breezes by beautifully, yet he can also make a two-hour one, like The Lower Depths, that feels like it is holding time in a chokehold and shoving its face in the mud. My opinion is definitely harsher due to disappointment in a Kurosawa dud, but, wow, I did not like this. Dull, repetitive, claustrophobic—this took me a few sittings to get through. This is only for Kurosawa completists who want to watch Mifune bathing in 1950s misery porn.