A tragic mirroring of the auteur and the protagonist. A fucking masterpiece.

Best 5: Kiarostami, Tsai Ming-Liang, Dardenne Bros, Gonzalez Innaritu and Hou Hsio-Hsien. Also, I'm not a fan of Cronenberg, but his short was genius.

"On one side of the screen memories fade. On the other, they glow forever."

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"I've never seen one so still; they're always biting". Oh really, bitch?

This film is fucking gorgeous. Must remember to rewatch it again soon.

So reminiscent of The 400 Blows, particularly the ending.

This movie always makes me smile. Well, I guess all of Jarmusch's films do.

I'll be watching all four of his films this week.

This was my first Tarkovsky. I'd love to revisit it.

I'm not a very big fan of Godard, but I was charmed by this. That may have more to do with Rohmer's screenplay, however, than anything else.

"One of the great rivalries of all time." - Walter Day

Christian Berger studied Sven Nykvist's work prior to filming. You can tell. This film bleeds Ingmar Bergman.

From a technical standpoint, its the entire French New Wave in 80 minutes. Its premise, however, is more engaging than the film itself.

Anybody who rates this less than 5 stars must be ostracised from the land of mubi.

Just an awesome quote

"Hey Sal, how come they ain't no brothas on the wall?"

Want to see this again soon.

Blue filter + harlequin + doo wop music = win

I want to see this again.

WKW's twist on a familiar plot is refreshed with superb cinematography and direction that allows for a few very memorable scenes. It's almost romantic indifference, however, left me feeling somewhat uninvolved.

Original? Of course not. It is, however, still a rich film in its own right. 4/5

Missed this on tv last night. Fuck.

"Why are you wearing a suit?" As close to cinematic sublimation as any American film in recent memory.

This is why I love cinema.

One of the very few thrillers that continue to penetrate and influence through time.

You suck.

Watching this soon!

A prime example of how tediousness can strangle a beautiful premise. Its wonderful photography cannot even redeem it.

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