While Goncharov posting was (and, to a certain extent, continues to be) fun, I do regret that the trend seems to have reduced Scorsese himself to a meme on Tumblr.

Like, when people on here respond to every post that mentions his name by jokingly bringing up the nonexistent movie that he supposedly directed, do they know that they're talking about the very same man that cast Shinya Tsukamoto—the underground filmmaker behind such deranged, perverse cult classics as Tetsuo: The Iron Man, Tetsuo II: Body Hammer, and A Snake of June—as a devout Christian in Silence?

Was anyone who hopped on the bandwagon even aware that Scorsese played Vincent van Gogh in Akira Kurosawa's Dreams? Or, to lower the bar a bit, that he voiced Sykes in Shark Tale?

I mean, Jesus Christ, are any other users on this site old enough to remember the Animaniacs episode in which the Goodfeathers' preferred hangout spot is a statue sculpted in Scorsese's likeness?

It's time we stopped degrading Scorsese's legacy by falsely crediting him with entirely fictional accomplishments... and started acknowledging the objectively hilarious things that he's actually done throughout his career.

Recently Viewed: Akira Kurosawa’s Dreams

For years, my brother has been begging me to see Akira Kurosawa’s Dreams, and for years, I’ve managed to find one excuse or another to put it off. So, as a special Christmas present, I finally made good on my promise to sit down and watch the movie with him, courtesy of Criterion’s beautiful new Blu-Ray release. It ended up being  great gift to myself, as well—it is, quite simply, a gorgeous picture.

An anthology film composed of vignettes less concerned with coherent plot than with color-drenched, painterly snapshots of emotions, Dreams grapples with themes relating to time and mortality. Kurosawa’s characters march resolutely into uncertain futures, chase idyllic memories of the past, and fight desperately to stay alive even when the warm embrace of death whispers sweet promises of comfort, haunted all the while by such potent images as an impenetrable blizzard, creeping clouds of radiation, and the silhouette of Mount Fuji crumbling against the crimson glow of a nuclear meltdown. And although these various pieces ramble and often taper off without offering much resolution, their sum total is a fascinating, poignant journey towards accepting life’s natural flow—as well as its inevitable end.