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αγάπην δε μη έχω, ουδέν ειμί

Εάν ταις γλώσσαις των ανθρώπων λαλώ και των αγγέλων, αγάπην δε μη έχω, γέγονα χαλκός ηχών ή κύμβαλον αλαλάζον.

Και εάν έχω προφητείαν και ειδώ τα μυστήρια πάντα και πάσαν την γνώσιν, …


'Three Colours: Blue' 1993

A woman struggles to find a way to live her life after the death of her husband and child.

The first part of Kieslowski’s trilogy on France’s national motto: Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity.

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Plain, Simple Tom reviews . . . "Three Colours: Red" (1994)

The final part of Kieślowski’s critically acclaimed trilogy stars Irène Jacob as Valentine, a model who accidentally hits a dog with her car one night and soon returns her to her owner, a reclusive retired judge (Jean-Louis Trintignant) who Valentine discovers is eavesdropping on his neighbours’ telephone conversations and although initially disapproving, the two of them gradually form a certain friendship while in the midst of all of this, their actions inadvertently affect the life of Auguste (Jean-Pierre Lorit), a young man studying to be a judge. 710 more words

Film Reviews

Plain, Simple Tom reviews . . . "Three Colours: Blue" (1993)

When her famous composer husband and young daughter are killed in a car accident, Julie (Juliette Binoche) immediately shuts herself off from the rest of the world and abandons her family’s enormous house, getting rid of most of her possessions and destroying her late husband’s unfinished symphony, to move into a small apartment away from her old life. 504 more words


Back Catalog Review: The Double Life of Véronique

The Back Catalog is a series following my quest to watch all the movies I own. Check out the index, or follow the Back Catalog tag… 792 more words



Sifting through a myriad number of films that have been produced till now can be a herculean task and if I were to leave it on chance to find films that I would enjoy then I would be getting to see the gems once in blue moon only. 734 more words

Daily Musings

Seeing Beauty

“Life etches itself onto our faces as we grow older,” Rembrandt once said, “showing our violence, excesses or kindnesses.” Whenever I look at this sepia-toned photograph of my great-grandmother (whom I called “Granny Watson”), I see the beauty of her age: the wrinkles etched into her face are put there by the years of life, of love, of laughter, of hardships, of what it means to be human and to live. 846 more words