Portrait of a Lady on Fire

Portrait of a Lady on Fire β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…

When the camera zoomed in on the book, to show what page her finger was holding open, I gasped. All of a sudden I began to sob. When the orchestra cascaded into Vivaldi’s Summer, I had chills all over my entire body. My chest rose and fell with Heloise. I didn’t blink once until the screen cut to black. It’s been over a half hour since the credits rolled, and I haven’t spoken since. Breathtaking, intoxicating, incendiary cinema.Β 

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