The greatest color film in the history of cinema

A feeling that I haven’t experienced in a long, long, long, long time is that feeling, that certain, specific, familiar feeling halfway through a movie where you feel you’re watching the greatest film ever made, and so many thoughts are rushing through your head and you’re just mesmerized by every single moment happening on screen. Boy, did I miss that feeling, for this goes down as one of the greatest and most rewarding viewings/rewatches of any film I’ve ever seen.

The Red Shoes is one of the most perfect films ever made, and hands down, the greatest color film in the history of cinema. This is another one of those films like 8½ that looks at the creative process, the importance and impact of art on the audience while also looking at the dark side like the hierarchy of the producer, and a behind-the-scenes look of the work that the artists put in to their creations, and the sacrifices they may have to make both personally and professionally. For the artists in The Red Shoes, you can only make one of the three choices to lead. Personality, professionalism or death.

Babylon is a recent film I can think of that touched upon themes and ideas like this, of the depiction of an industry eating aspiring artists alive and then spitting them back out whole on to the street, all alone, with everything but their soul. Out of all these films that come to mind, Mulholland Drive, Sunset Boulevard, Babylon, etc, I think The Red Shoes is the best film ever made on this subject, which is more impressive because this film has absolutely nothing to do with Hollywood in it’s story or production. This film has only aged like fine wine, and the fact I haven’t even touched upon the hypnotic 15-minute ballet sequence yet should be an indicator to how phenomenal this film is and how long I could rave on about it. I’m blown away by every aspect here and this is without a doubt one of the top five greatest films I’ve ever seen in my life.