I've been taking my time working my way through Kieslowski's filmography; I held out on seeing Red for 18 years and this one even longer. It's like I'm hoarding bonbons. I wish he hadn't quit directing films until he was good and dead.

Anyway Soderbergh, fellow premature retiree, this is how you do yellow filters. (Veronique, with its sulphuric overlay, looks otherworldly, as opposed to marinated in urine.) I'm kind of glad I didn't see it when it came out--I would've gone around carrying a torch for Irene Jacob these last two decades. As for the movie itself, allow me to quote Georgia Brown: "Anything I say about [the film] is merely a labored minuet danced around my own ecstatic response."