Now here is a bizarre memory: I still recall some images from "The Monuments Men," a film I saw eight days ago and don't need to see again. I don't recall lines, or scenes that rose above fundamental conflicts or agendas in the story, but I do remember some brief scenes, and that is the power of film. This movie can resonate; even if the sum isn't much, a few parts can stand out. It also points to how hard making a movie truly is. I even remember Phedon Papamichael's last shot in a cathedral with an old man and young child walking away. It isn't bad cinema, or a faulty conclusion, and one that still stays with you. And I remember the film's purpose, which is where it really is transcendent.
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