A film can be many things to those who see its visions dance on the screen. Is it celluloid or diamonds? Or can it be both? A film can manifest reality or merely glimpse facets. A cog is revealed. A moment lost to immortality. Or infamy. The very best of films are these, gorgeous and sumptuous and seductive, amassed in perfect alignment to ravish the eye. And if one can listen to those sharp daggers of dialogue, maybe one can discern synesthesiastically the sweet smell of success….