
1964 · Masahiro Shinoda
How Pale Flower has been received, argued over, and remembered.
Shochiku got cold feet and shelved it for months in 1963 — its own screenwriter denounced the finished film as 'anarchistic' — before it opened to become a hit; six decades on it's a Criterion-canonised jewel of the Japanese New Wave.
The perennial fan back-and-forth: is its icy, jazz-scored cool a profound nihilism or just the most gorgeous emptiness ever put on screen?
The trance-like hanafuda gambling scenes — Toru Takemitsu weaving the slap of the cards into his avant-garde score — are the endlessly screencapped, endlessly imitated core of its 'coolest film ever made' reputation, and it's a fixture in conversations about the DNA of stylish crime cinema.
A Criterion-era canon climber and cinephile handshake — the Japanese New Wave gateway drug that Letterboxd users discover, rate five stars, and immediately evangelise.