The Little Prince

It’s a shame about the music, this surreal film that most certainly some day soon they will remake, the little blond boy in the desert, the lost pilot, the flower faraway and the snake, and the fox, these lonely and long journeys, that devastating image, the blurred white, frozen, and then the fall, as impacting as anything in film ever; a strangely tone film, one that you sometimes suffer for those moments when the image absolutely combines with the text, so that by the time the credits roll, you feel it is transcendent.