It's movies like Roberto Rossellini's Voyage in Italy that make me grateful to be alive—here, now, in this moment, communicating with you.
It's movies like Voyage in Italy that give me the crucial insight into the world I previously did not possess, but which I now realize I had the capability of possessing all along.
It's movies like Voyage in Italy that leave me staring in wide-eyed wonder at the power of the cinematic-photographic image to transcend space-time and reach me in the heart, where it counts.
It's movies like Voyage in Italy that understand the true essence of film: as a paradoxical medium of life and death, chronicling existence in the past, mummifying faces in the present, foretelling death…