Being a film critic is certainly one of the more savory stations in life, but it's not without its frustrations. One of the most irritating of these is the expectation to just produce a perfectly sound summation of a film's merits and limitations after just a single viewing of the relevant film--and to do so immediately after that single viewing. This is not the ideal condition in which a discerning mind fairly or accurately appraises the worth of a text. Art demands reflection. Reflection takes time. You catch subtle inflections upon repeat viewings that completely change your context for said film. And yet, film reviews depend on visceral first responses, and so we critics offer up our unseasoned reactions, praying that the casualties will be minimal ... I'm here to write about one such experience I've had with this phenomenon: my review of Mamoru Hosoda's Belle , premiering in U.S. markets in January of 2022. ...
“But isn’t it time we stopped accepting in film criticism an anti-emotional, phony rationalism which we know to be not just harmful, but absurd, in any other context? Isn’t it time we plucked up our courage and allowed our hearts as well as our heads to go the pictures?” Raymond Durgnat (Films and Feelings) 1971