Review of Kundun (1997) by Jess K — 04 May 2010

I will always remember my first time viewing Kundun, in the Cinerama Theatre. Like Tibet, the Cinerama is a great relic, physically remaining while its spirit is gone. Kundun is a film of simple beauty and sadness.

With rare exception, Scorsese eschews his usual visual presence in favor of a suitably detached, serene style, which makes the few flourishes more effective, the most memorable images from that first viewing.

While limiting and distant, every image and emotion fits with the character. The audience rarely connects with Kundun's struggle anymore than a peaceful man may connect with a violent world, a spiritual country to its exiled leader, or a boy living the life of a god to that of a boy.

While not an enthralling film, it's a rewarding achievement, easily Scorsese's most beautiful work. Kundun is an understated masterpiece of unimaginable tragedy, told with the stoicism of deep wisdom and peace.