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Jack CardiffMuziek:
Brian EasdaleActeurs:
Marius Goring, Moira Shearer, Anton Walbrook, Austin Trevor, Esmond Knight, Irene Browne, Ludmila Tchérina, Albert Bassermann, Hay Petrie (meer)Samenvattingen(1)
Boris Lermontov is een balletimpressario die absolute toewijding van zijn danseressen vraagt. Onder zijn bijna obsesievelijke toezicht wordt Victoria Page klaargestoomd tot een beroemde ballerina. Maar ze wordt verliefd op de componist van het stuk The Red Shoes en moet kiezen tussen de liefde en het ballet. (EYE Film)
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Powell and Pressburger and their other cinematic and, in this case, actually balletic triumph. A beautiful example of how different kinds of art can be combined. Engaging a professional ballerina was the only option and the creators had a lucky hand. Moira Shearer also looks simply amazing in Technicolor. She and her red slippers are the sun of this film, around which everything revolves. The finale is a demonstration of the power of the creative duo.
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I couldn't pass up Martin Scorsese's beloved film (see his Criterion confession). Technicolour cinematography didn't look better anywhere else at the time, the ballet passage in the middle, shot with film techniques and tricks of the time, charmed me, I enjoyed the angles from which the camera sometimes shot the charismatic Anton Walbrook, making him look like a patient Mephistopheles at times. But I was disappointed by the ending, which I found too elementary. It needed more courage, more touch of reality.
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The romance novel walks miles in British Technicolor red shoes in a not-so short, fateful melodrama (with a forty minute prologue!) set in a ballet company about two gingers and one “Mephisto" compellingly played by Anton Walbrook. This trio battles that eternal western conflict of personal life and love versus career and ambitions. A movie which, on paper, I’m hopelessly compelled to loathe. But paper assumptions often aren’t valid. Thank god. And so just like how once every umpteen seasons Real Madrid defeats Barcelona, against all odds, the Red Shoes can, despite the black (red?) mark above, be as fantastic to watch as only the best pictures can.
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Everything that didn't work for me in Black Narcissus doesn't work here either, but The Red Shoes thankfully boasts some truly excellent ballet passages and acting by Adolf Anton Wilhelm Wohlbrück. This man is the star of many wonderful films. That's why I’m not concerned with an collision, the weird makeup for a color film, and the bland acting by Moira Shearer. I just let Boris Lermontov's ballet company play that perfect dream world over and over again.
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