A remarkable fantasy film about Peter Carter, a World War II RAF pilot who is forced to bail out of his crippled plane without a parachute. He wakes up to find he has landed on Earth utterly unharmed…which wasn’t supposed to happen according to the rules of Heaven.
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What I loved about this movie is that, even though it illustrated the same "love prevails all" bullshit you find in most movies, it navigated in a different light where the cosmos contains order and law and earth is chaos and senselessness. Where love exists without reason and universal law can't governor it. It the most literal fashion, that is. Oh yeah and the movie is absolutely enchanting!
“The British cinema is made of dullness and reflects a submissive lifestyle, where enthusiasm, warmth, and zest are nipped in the bud. A film is a born loser just because it is English.“ —Francois Truffaut. Screw that. 5 stars.
When a British soldier cheats death during WWII, he is granted a heavenly trial to argue that his life should be extended on the grounds that during his extra time he fell in love. Beautiful technicolor cinematography by Jack Cardiff (his first feature film), and brilliant direction by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, A MATTER LIFE AND DEATH is one of cinema's great emotional spectacles.
This is Cinema at its best! i can't believe that i haven't come across this stunning, unique master work earlier! What a feast for the senses!...I didn't recover yet from the supremacy of it all! Never the subject of love and battle beetween life and death has been aproached so originally and gracefully in the big screen as in this film...It surelly is one of the greatest among the greatest gems in Film ever...
Again The Archers demonstrate a lot of emotional subtly. I'm struck by Powell's grace with the camera. He's never flashy, but his handling of some scenes (the ping-pong scene, for example) is breathtaking in its economy and visual accuracy. Although I was never bored, I was less enthralled by the final trail. Petty nationalistic grudges, as Frank notes, are beside the point. Livesey is the man, though.