Ozu is what we call a minimalist. A pan in an Ozu film is about as exciting as you’re gonna get. But damn could he get performances out of actors. Just watching characters eat dinner tells you more about their lives than a Paddy Chayefsky diatribe (I love ya Paddy, rest in peace. I’m just comparing two different approaches). He’s got a lot of films, and I can’t remember all that I’ve seen, so this will be a short list. Like Mizoguchi, you have to be in the mood to watch Ozu.
A Story of Floating Weeds – He liked it so much, he made it twice.
Tokyo Story – It will make you feel bad how you treat your parents. Good thing my mom lives far away and my dad already passed away. Take that guilt!