Caravaggio is a 1986 movie by Derek Jarman. It takes place in some indeterminate time between past and present, in sparse but beautiful sets, like theatre on film. Ruffs and fedoras, cigarettes and typewriters.
The dialogue is sparse and the only the barest bones of a narrative are told, unclothed by flesh to clarify the form. The scenes are shot like paintings: still images in a medium designed to record movement.
I felt like I was watching it because it represents a landmark in film rather than for entertainment.
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