"If you want to torment me for the rest of my life then make me imagine"
What a unique cinematic language Powell and Pressburger crafted together.
There's an impalpable movement here that creates tension, something that stirrs feelings numb and forgotten. A pulsating feeling of pristine agony, of a longing so pure and sensitive, so long forgotten.
Given from the first scene with the trembling camera, the shy eye contacts of Μark and his scared aversion of the look his…