Color of a Brisk and Leaping Day

I remember seeing this at the Toronto Film Festival in 1996, in the then still small Varsity 1 Cinema on Bay & Bloor (the teensy Varsity 1 was a great place to see a movie, being the place where I saw "Dawn of the Dead" for the first time, y'know, the censored version) - What can I say about "Color of a Brisk and Leaping Day" ? It is very dull, not unlike watching paint dry, or attempting to summarize Proust.

I have no idea what the director Christopher Munch was getting at with this plodding, though beautifully photographed film; he has a knack for making very slowly-paced films, witness his first film, the fairly impressive "The Hours and the Times", which was about an imagined (though frequently rumoured) affair between Brian Epstein and John Lennon - That film is scarcely an hour long, but seems much longer.

"Color of a Brisk and Leaping Day" has something to do with trains, as far as I can recall (I fell asleep), and it's 87 minutes seem like an eternity; bonus points for an odd Micheal Stipe performance, where he seems to be channeling Andy Kaufman.

Black and white film making is elevated into the heavens with Color of a Brisk and Leaping Day. The story of a young Chinese- American struggling to resurrect the historic Yosemite Valley Railroad is a visual treasure. Unlike the brilliant black and white DP's of film noir, this film gives new energy to the screen. The slow pace of the story might put off some, but the pace is perfect for allowing the viewer to look behind the action at the lush setting of the Yosemite park.

One of the most subtly moving films I have ever seen.

It doesn't tell you what to think, it doesn't tell you what to feel; it doesn't tell you anything at all. And for some people that is unbearable. But, it gives you everything.

This film, widely forgotten by many yet passionately loved by a few, ends with a poem which has proved presciently self-referential:

Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best

That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,

Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,

And one by one crept silently to Rest.

--The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

I am glad films like this were once able to be made. Perhaps they still can be made, I don't know. This one is a beautiful gem.

I liked this one a lot. Definitely not an everyday story, and it was told well. The pacing was excellent.

The bit with fancy private rail car to go to Washington DC seemed a bit forced, like "hey we've got a fancy private rail car we can use, let's write it into the script!"

I had no issues with the acting. Well maybe Michael Stipe was too Michael Stipe in his role.

This is a nice little movie. It looks cool, like Jim Jermish's one with Johhny Depp as the accountant in the old west.

90 minutes well spent.

This movie bears a major resemblance to the Czech classic Closely Watched Trains, in not only setting (railroads) but also the "losing of one's innocence." Only this movie is not nearly as witty and very much in love with itself. The only aspect that was interesting was the cinematography--you would not think that black and white would do Yosemite Valley justice, but it still looks beautiful. And Michael Stipe's minor character in this movie is just like you'd expect him to be....quirky and somewhat distracted. I saw this film several years ago and the photography and the convoluted plot were the only things I really remember. It's not surprising that this film is not available anywhere.