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A Tragic Ballerina Dances Again, Her Shoes Now Redder Than Ever

“Why do you want to dance?” barks the imperious ballet impresario Boris Lermontov in “The Red Shoes,” the 1948 masterpiece from Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger.
“Why do you want to live?” answers the young ballerina, Victoria Page, her face pale and pure as cream. It’s a mad, beautiful line, yet she utters it so easily, without apparent effort or guile, that you know that she means it and that you’re meant to believe it too. She dances because she must, because there is no choice. She dances until the sweat beads on her brow, and the abyss opens. [...]

di Manohla Dargis, articolo completo (6820 caratteri spazi inclusi) su The New York Times 6 novembre 2009