Film

The Red Shoes

Name: The Red Shoes
Genre: Drama, Romance
Released: 1948
Cast: Anton Walbrook, Marius Goring, Moira Shearer, Robert Helpmann, Léonide Massine

A backstage melodrama from Powell and Pressburger that treats ballet as a matter of life and death, staged in blazing, near-hallucinatory Technicolor. It's about the impossible choice between art and love, told with operatic excess and a genuine belief that beauty can be lethal. For anyone who wants cinema to feel dangerous rather than cosy.

TMDb rating

8.0

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