Read Workman, Mazor in a.m. over coffee; drafted about 3 p. of something poem-like in red pen; turned out to be mostly about the idea of "surfaces." Anxious and unfocused at home; Bree so tired from last week of shows that she cancelled a doctor's appt. (ear cleaning) and took to bed. Walked to Lucid at 2:30, put in about 90 min each on folk chapter and the talk I have to give on the 13th.
Saw Poppy (Mizoguchi, 1935) at MoMa. A straightforward enough tale of four-sided marital intrigue and social ambition, though I'm sure some cultural specifics of familial and property relations were lost on me. Subtle, and less immediate in its impact than, say, Street of Shame (a stunning movie) but Mizoguchi does allow himself (and his actors) more theatricality than (to make the obvious comparison) Ozu - I know this is facile, but the father is a similar type to the one Chishu Ryu plays in several Ozu films. The difference, and what I take to be a willingness to make a more Western-seeming film, are evident in tracking and especially shot-reverse-shot sequences. I'm sure @flarfalini would have had a more insightful read.