One of - if not the - first hand-tinted film. A burst of colour that preceded colour films in 45 years.
A heartbreaking story, a weak and scattered presentation.
I wish the documentarian had let the testimonials shine. We don’t see the interviewees (only for some brief seconds towards the end). Instead, voice-over is played throughout, while random footage and animation are shown on screen. It becomes hard to follow who’s speaking and hard to grasp the timeline of events.
A gothic tale about life, death and resurrection. A black-and-white film whose tonality prefers shades of grey over stark contrasts. Consequentially, one is never sure if it’s day or night, if it’s a dream or reality. Dreyer comes up with a variety of cinematic ways to convey this state of uncertainty. From disorienting camera movements to shifts in perspective, from long lateral tracking shots to meticulous pans where everything is lined up, his visual solutions are endless.
Some of my…