Thursday, September 17, 2009

When I Die I Hope I Remember to Say, "Julian, Take Off the Red Shoes"

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?

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