Best of Chicago voting is live now. Vote for your favorites » There’s something about Katsuhito Ishii‘s The Taste of Tea (2004), running through March 8 at Facets, that makes describing it as a “comedy”–which just about everyone’s done so far: e.g., “a modern Japanese variation on ‘You Can’t Take It With You’” … not the half of it, amigos–seem utterly shortsighted and maybe even a little strange. Not that it isn’t funny, or at the very least absurdist, but some valedictory part of me insists that it be taken as possibly, just possibly, the last film we’ll ever see–or perhaps that’ll ever be made–that treats the earth as home, as a singular green haven that, at some phenomenological level, within the mesh of human artifacts (the built environment) and what’s usually known as “nature,” has essentially been “made” (interpret that as mythically/metaphorically as you choose) for us, as well as everything else in the biogenetic neighborhood....