The Long Day Closes (rewatch)
Posted by martinteller on July 1, 2012
It’s hard for me to write about this film without devolving into incoherent gushing. It’s a work of such powerful beauty, of warm familial comforts that elicit deep, satisfying sighs, of distant melancholy dug up fresh and haunting, of the magic that makes song bleed into movies bleed into fantasy bleed into life. Nostalgia is both a form of death and a form of resurrection. The insignificant moments we cling to mean everything in the world. The minor torments of our youth still torment us today. You see? Gushing. Gushing like the rivers of time eroding one memory into another until they become a continuous, glorious right-to-left tracking shot. I refer you to my previous review for slightly more coherent thoughts. This time I’m too blinded by rapture. Rating: Masterpiece
