When thinking of truely beautiful films in the context of modern day I always first visit this film in my head. There are many factors that instinctually lead me to this conclusion, not the least of which is of course that it is visually stunning.
There is something of an unrealized Michelangelo about this film that is once chaotic yet wonderfully whole. The best part of the experience for me is to watch the brush strokes literally being applied to the canvas of this film only to be wiped away. In and of itself this movie doesn't promise much, though it is quite apparent when watching the film that there is an unabashedly masterful hand guiding the brush.
Visuals aside there are many common thematic elements about love and the absense of one-ness with another. The mystery of first meeting and the air of familiarity between strangers is played out. At once I thought of kismet of deja-vu, and enjoyed the playfullness that the characters enjoyed onscreen. But as the saying goes, "all good things must come to an end." Though if you've watched the film, you'd note that the phrase says nothing about it happening again.
Yes the immortal enemy of love, dastardly knowledge comes into play in the form of a casette tape stating that the love-lorn couple had loved and lost the battle before. Ah, there's the feeling of getting in too deep...
I loved every moment of it. It is at once riveting and totally contrary to quite possibly every big budget movie made in the decade before its conception. It will be a lasting portrayal of a simple love made death-defying, but then again, as the movie illustrates, love may never be truely simple.