Synopsis
Dance she did, and dance she must…Between her two loves!
A fledgling ballerina falls in love with a brilliant composer, but the jealous head of the ballet company plots to drive them apart.
Directed by Michael Powell, Emeric Pressburger
A fledgling ballerina falls in love with a brilliant composer, but the jealous head of the ballet company plots to drive them apart.
紅菱豔, Os Sapatinhos Vermelhos, Die roten Schuhe (1948), Die roten Schuhe, Punaiset kengät, Красные башмачки, Las zapatillas rojas, De Rode Schoentjes, 赤い靴, 분홍신, Kırmızı Pabuçlar, Scarpette rosse, Les Chaussons rouges, 红菱艳, De röda skorna, Os Sapatos Vermelhos, Τα Κόκκινα Παπούτσια, הנעלים האדומות, Czerwone trzewiki, Червените пантофки, Raudoni bateliai, Piros cipellők, Červené střevíčky, Pantofiorii roșii, Les sabatilles vermelles, De røde sko, 紅菱艷, Punased kingad, Червоні черевички
A ravishing, delicate, painterly, expressionistic, and immaculately sustained work of dreamy poetry and magical flourishes; The Red Shoes is simply one of the great films of all time. Stunning doesn't even begin to describe it. The central ballet sequence is simultaneously one of the scariest and most heartbreaking stretches of cinema ever crafted. To watch it is to have your soul carried as high as cinema can take you. Trust me, take the ride.
Why cut between scenes when you could whip pan instead? Why settle for anything less than Jack Cardiff's camera in Technicolor, with Riviera sunsets pouring into blue-green rooms? Why not model your winged eyeliner after Moira Shearer's? Why choose Art or Love when you could have neither?
the whole world dreamed in black and white until this movie came along and showed those hoes what color really looks like
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
she lived she served cunt then she died
"You cannot have it both ways. A dancer who relies upon the doubtful comforts of human love can never be a great dancer. Never."
one of the highest artistic achievements i've ever seen. a complete dream, morphing into a nightmare of identity crises and sacrifice, i was swept away by this the entire runtime. anton walbrook has to be seen to be believed.