The following review is based on a talk I gave last week to the wonderful Westchester Cinema Club.
Ida, about a young Polish nun who discovers she is the daughter of Jews killed during World War II, is a hauntingly beautiful film. It is so beautiful that, while watching it, I kept thinking about how movies used to be called “moving pictures”; each of its frames comprises a gorgeous photograph unto itself. I kept forgetting it was only shot last year, and I don’t think that’s just because it is shot in black and white with an aspect ratio of 1.37:1, which frames the image in a square reminiscent of vintage films. I think it’s because it boasts the esthetic purity of more classic films. Continue Reading →