The Weeping Meadow
Weeping Meadow , The
This staggering and mesmerizing film, set to be the first in a trilogy chronicling a century of Greek history, is one of the best films of the past few years. Greek director Theo Angelopoulos shoots the film in his trademark fluid long takes, rarely breaking down scenes into individual shots and thus making us confront the story's many political and personal horrors in unabridged deliberation. For the protagonists, Alexi and Eleni, pawns under Angelopoulos' unflinching and godlike gaze, a cretinous father and a lack of decent work are just the beginning of their problems. The director's images burn into your retinas: dead sheep hanging from a skeletal tree like rotting fruit, a dying man stumbling across a tableau of pure white sheets, a red thread connecting two lovers. It's poetry. New Yorker is often skimpy on extras and image quality, and while the latter isn't spectacular, the DVD includes a print and video interview with Angelopoulos, an essay from the director and even a timeline of Greek history.