On Fridays, we’ve been spotlighting recommendations from New Yorker contributors. Today, we spoke with the television critic Inkoo Kang, who joined the magazine last fall. She’s written recently about the HBO drama “The Last of Us” and the TV adaptation of “Fleishman Is in Trouble.” Best film that didn’t receive an Oscar nomination: Hirokazu Kore-eda’s “Broker” was hands-down my favorite film of 2022. Set in South Korea and starring Song Kang-ho, of “Parasite,” it’s probably the warmest, funniest, most deeply felt drama about baby-trafficking you’ll ever see. Like Kore-eda’s 2018 Palme d’Or-winning “Shoplifters”—a nearly perfect film to which “Broker” is intended as a companion piece—it follows a chosen family formed of social outcasts. “Broker” wasn’t submitted by either Japan, Kore-eda’s native country, or Korea for the Best International Feature Film category, but its beautiful characterizations and surprise-filled plotting are not to be missed. 🎥 Best companion to an Oscar-nominated movie: Hong Chau has been one of my favorite actors to watch onscreen ever since her breakthrough, in 2017’s “Downsizing,” so I’m glad she clinched an Oscar nod for “The Whale,” a terrible film she’s pretty good in. (That description also applies to the other movie she’s currently in: “The Menu.”) I hope the awards attention means that at least a few people will seek out her lead performance in Andrew Ahn’s “Driveways,” the 2019 indie in which she plays a single mom cleaning out the overstuffed house of her recently deceased sister, while her young son forges a relationship with an elderly neighbor (played by Brian Dennehy). Ahn’s understated approach allows his actors to create their characters outside of contrivance, and Chau delivers a wonderful performance as an overwhelmed woman grappling with the challenges of parenting a sensitive son. 🏆 The most recent thing I’ve seen that I can’t stop thinking about: “Tár” is the film I’ve wanted to argue with friends about ever since I caught it, last fall. It’s magisterial and exquisitely incisive, especially as a portrait of an entitled luminary who discovers that the rules governing the prerogatives of the powerful have shifted under her feet. It’s also undeniably flawed. Most excellent films have small faults you forgive or don’t, and then you move on. But I’ve been consumed with the small but lingering dissonances in “Tár”—don’t get me started on that Juilliard master-class scene. I reëmbraced classical music during the pandemic, resuming the piano lessons I gave up after college, and it was a delight to see that the writer-director Todd Field had gotten so many details right about the classical world. Apparently I’m not alone in being unable to shake Lydia Tár—the character’s social-media afterlife, especially on Twitter in the form of parody accounts, has been as life-sustaining as the androgynous-chic style worn by Cate Blanchett in the film. 🎶 |
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