Those of you who read this blog frequently should know by now that I don't really burn to make movies. I much prefer the TV medium. That being said, like a lot of people who live in what the
Quebecois call,
"ROC," (Rest of Canada,) I have a somewhat
difficult personal relationship with Canadian Film.
There have been some I liked, to be sure. And I don't think there's anything necessarily wrong with
Art House film (some of my favorite films are Art House, to paraphrase an ancient justification...) but I find the Canadian
flavor of Art House frequently enervating, unengaging, precious, and narratively challenged.
I know some of you just
popped a clot. That's fine.
Yes, I know the
TPB movie was accessible, maybe too much so. Yes, I acknowledge that
Bon Cop, Bad Cop is a step in the right direction (only one step though, and only
part of the direction -- we don't need an industry of
Bon Cop clones, I'm not saying that.)
But I think it's telling that when I try to think of a truly
Great Canadian film made in the last few years, the only one I can come up with is actually very, very, very much a Quebec film. In French.
I last wrote about
C.R.A.Z..Y. (among other subjects)
here. I'm just putting the mention in now because I see that there's finally a decent special edition coming out. With features with English subtitles. I suggest you go get it.
Oh, and I'm not the only one who likes C.R.A.Z.Y. Looks like the Director will soon be
partying with Scorsese.
What can English Canadian film learn from C.R.A.Z.Y.? You tell me. In the comments below.