Scott Marks noon, Aug. 25
A fall below past form for expat Vietnamese visionary Tran Anh Hùng (The Scent of Green Papaya). His visual elegance and delight in deep moods are tangled in the murky weeds of Haruki Murakami’s novel. A nice, dull, passive student (Ken’ichi Matsuyama) fixates on a suicidal friend’s sexually neurotic “lover.” People fret, stew, pine, and pose in handsome Japanese settings, and the Beatles song is no help at all. It is like watching soap bubbles brood at a Zen spa. 2012.