I mean what can you say? The most permanently dreamlike phenomena that any movie has given me: the obsessively inviting mise en scene, Stewart’s surprisingly balletic movements, the weird sense of haze that seems to cover the screen at certain points, the fact it contains so so many POV shots. It’s all there in every frame.
Watching it on a 70mm print that kept jumping around was a playful enhancer, and being able to see this and The Searchers in the same London basement within 24 hours reminds me I’m at a lucky station in life.