
1962 · Yasujirō Ozu
How An Autumn Afternoon has been received, argued over, and remembered.
Released a year before Ozu's death, it was received in Japan as another quietly masterful late Ozu; over the decades it's been re-framed as his deliberate-seeming farewell, with cinephiles now reading its autumnal melancholy as a career-closing summation.
The perennial Ozu debate lands hard here: is it a profound final refinement of the marrying-off-the-daughter story he told for decades, or proof he just made the same film over and over — and does it stand with Late Spring and Tokyo Story or a rung below?
It's a touchstone for 'late style' in cinema — the tatami-height compositions and those pops of red (kettles, signage, bar stools) in Ozu's color palette are endlessly screenshotted and imitated, and the neon-lit bar scenes have become shorthand for postwar Japanese melancholy.
A Criterion-era essential and Letterboxd favourite — the consensus 'final film' pick that Ozu devotees insist you save for last, precisely because it was.