Cold War is a beautiful film.

It's the one phrase I could come up with when I said to myself "I should write something about Cold War". In all fairness, its 3 o'clock in the morning, so maybe that's why I'm drawing a blank. Cold War didn't deter my thoughts and feelings, nor did it challenge my perspectives or result in a reaction I'd remark as "out of the ordinary" but it was just a beautiful film. Nothing more, nothing…

Time seems to fly past amid the most mundane moments in everyday life. A flicker of light from a solitary ray of sunshine, splitting a cold wall in two, can last for a fraction of a minute, yet oddly feel like hours of considerations, recollections and sentiments have passed. So many times have I felt like this that I have turned out to be mindful of it after some time. The novelty is the escapism in that very moment. That…

Above all else, Wild Strawberries is a marvel of filmmaking. From scene one, any and all viewers will be placed into the hands of Bergman and subsequently subjected to one of the most hypnotic and beautiful filmmaking experiences, I, for one, have ever seen.

A film so radiant in its black and white beauty, eloquently put together and magnificently crafted, you can’t help but wonder what it all could have truly meant. We begin with an opening sequence that immediately…