Many people compare "Portrait of a Burning Woman" to "Call Me By Your Name".
In the latter case, I read the novel first, and was then intrigued by the trailer, but was a little disappointed with the finished film.
"Portrait of a Lady on Fire" was my most anticipated movie of the year from the moment it was released. I turned off my phone the whole time, and at the end of the last scene, I just wished I could stand in the theater and applaud this work.
Fantastic movement and composition, every frame is like an oil painting. Interspersed with Acapella and "Four Seasons", it's hard to say who is more fallible.
The bond between the muse and the creator, the Eloise-style grief. The obedience that seems to meet the rivers and lakes is interspersed with the metaphor of freedom.
The more undercurrents surging, the more ferocious the stamina.
The more the fire in the dark, the more it burns in the heart.
And I dare say,
The world never looked so mesmerizing with a female gaze.
Flawless cinematography, exquisite writing and scintillating performance.
So deeply stirring.
So devastatingly unforgettable.
So elegantly intense.
So powerful, penetrating, and, if I may use this word without sounding too tacky, perfect in every way.
And in case you haven't noticed,
it's also incredibly sexy.
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