Tonight: Trois couleurs: Bleu (1993) directed by Krzysztof Kieślowski. It's been at least 20 years since I've seen it. The colors, the lighting, the music, the mise-en-scène, the cinematography. The way the camera lingers on Juliette Binoche's face in a manner similar to Carl Dreyer's camera lingering on Renée Jeanne Falconetti'a
face in La passion de Jeanne d'Arc (1928).
If there are holy works in cinema (and there are), then this is surely part of the canon.
Existential, beautiful, haunting, and, ultimately, hopeful.
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