As the final scenes played out in front of me, my gaze was fixed. My mind wandered nowhere else. I was captured, like being the subject of a painting.

Art is a subjective and powerful term. When something is art, its power is immeasurable. Timeless, caught in memories. When it is not art, it becomes meaningless, forgettable. I watch a lot of movies. I watch a lot of films. This is ART.

Not only is every brushstroke against the canvas beautiful, but the art of film, of cinematography, of literature, of costume design, of acting, and of true companionship... All encompassed in a two hour piece of art.

It's what I would call nontraditional. There's a tight scarcity of any kind of music. It's absent so that it would not manufacture timed out feelings. We are forced to reach into our own hearts and pull out every genuine emotion.

Dialogue is created sparingly. As a result, we witness a script that doesn't waste time, or include lines that should have been omitted. This art bears zero flaws in my eyes. Like it was mentioned before, it's all subjective so if you're wanting rapid fire dialogue, or a lot of exciting events to push along the story, you won't find it here. Portrait of a Lady on Fire is solemn and dignified. However, once you watch those last couple of scenes, your face will look anything but. That final shot's among the greatest I've experienced.