#le fils

riff-raff, ken loach 1991

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riff-raff, ted tetzlaff 1947

And THE most beautiful scene. EVER. I first saw this film when I was 21 year old, as part of a week-or-so long program screening films from Belgium at a beautiful old cinema in the city where I used to study. I remember sitting in the dark of the cinema with my mouth open the entire time, occasionally having to remind myself to breathe. It was like falling madly in love: unpredictable, intense, breathtaking, disorienting, feeling almost dangerous. Since then, the feeling of suspense from the play with the genre elements (so unusual for the Dardenne brothers) wore off (you know, like it does in love too), but everything else only intensified: I adore the film deeply and discover something new (or at least rediscover something I have somehow carelessly allowed myself to forget since the last time) every time I see it, which is often (although never often enough).   I am not a fan of changes - I don’t think I’ll ever allow myself to call anything else but this film my favourite I’ve ever seen. I am really glad, however, that I’d likely never need to, either: I have yet to see a film that would sweep me off my feet as much as this one did, those many years ago.