
After a week and a half of starring at the Orange Library's Criterion copy of
The Red Shoes lying inert beside my TV, I finally watched the film. I now understand Martin Scorsese's fervor for Powell and Pressburger's creation and I can also appreciate what it means to be truly fascinated and bored by something simultaneously (see: ballet).
And also, is it just me or would
The Red Shoes viewed without sound resemble a horror film?