Amarcord ★★★★½

Perfection is fleeting.

When you’re in the presence of perfection, you hope it’ll never end, but in cinema, you know if it doesn’t, it will cease to be. That’s the final shot of Amarcord. As the camera panned across that shoreline meadow and the film began its slow, inevitable dissolve to black, I felt the unique sensation of emerging from a dream—a dream you grasp at, a dream you never want to wake from. I hated leaving this world, but I knew this was the perfect way to leave it.

In those final frames of blackness, I would’ve happily sacrificed perfection for a few more moments in the dream, but I knew it had to end, because perfection is fleeting.

And wildly overrated.

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