The Color of Pomegranates (1969) dir. Sergei Parajanov

The kind of film where it feels appropriate to use the word Magick with a 'k'. A film that seems to exist on it's own plane, beyond the veil of our world. Beyond linear time.

It doesn't feel like the kind of film that needs to be dissected, analyzed - more, it is an experience, that nestles within your subconscious. Repeated visuals, repeated sounds, colours and scenes blending into one another, like a dream....

It uses the language of master filmmakers, of true artists. Poetry in motion

A film that you could live in forever