In 2008, in an empty cinema outside Toronto at midnight, I saw the final showing of The Fountain for my area. My original review reads as follows:
“It was a visual translation of an Arvo Part symphony. It was calligraphic love letters between Judith Thompson and Stanley Kubric. It was Leonardo DaVinci set loose in time.”
What it was was the most beautifu…
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