In a way, I'm quite sad that I rewatched Three Colours: Red last night because as a result of this viewing I have bumped it out of my favourite films of all time.

Not because I've discovered that it's a load of rubbish or anything. Far from it, obviously. It just shows the danger of saying something is one of your favourites based on just one viewing made over 15 years ago. After all, all the other films I'd have in my top 10 are films that I have seen time and time again and I am completely comfortable with my opinions of them.

I would watch Three Colours: Red again, but it's perhaps not necessarily the kind of film that you would watch over and over again and yet, on the flipside, because of its structure and ideas, it is a film that you SHOULD afford multiple viewings to. Madness, isn't it? So it was with a slightly heavy heart that I came out of this film having not adored it nearly as much as I did the first time round - before I told myself to relax and appreciate the fact that it is still a beautiful and wonderful film.

Model Irene Jacob hits a dog on the drive home from a shoot and is horrified by the indifference that the dog's owner, retired judge Jean-Louis Trintignant, shows when she attempts to return his dog. However, she soon becomes friends with him as they bond over debates about privacy and relationships when he reveals that he regularly spies on his neighbours.

In terms of its story, it's probably the slightest of the three films and also the one that is most eager for a viewer interpretation rather than for them to be fed a specific idea. At times it almost felt like that there was something bordering on supernatural behind the main characters or that we were dealing with a parallel universe of some kind, but it is a quite lovely experience to know that there are so many reasonably plausible explanations for everything that is happening.

Jacob hits the heights of luminous and delicate beauty coupled with a wonderful humanity that she touched in The Double Life Of Veronique (up next on my Kieslowski rewatch list), and her exchanges with Trintignant in a superbly reigned in and thoughtful performance that he never once allows to regress into bitterness, are perhaps the main reason why I adored it so much first time round.

They are probably the reason why I enjoyed it so much on this viewing, too, but I think I know why I didn't enjoy quite so much this time round - it's too short! Don't get me wrong, Kieslowski ties everything up quite beautifully at the end and it feels just right. But I would have quite happily have sat through at least one more hour of this, I almost felt as though I didn't get to spend enough time in the company of these people.

So, for me, it's Blue, Red and White. What a trilogy.