Faded footsteps. Running, running, running, slightly out of sight. Wait? Is he? Was that? Really? Are the shadows lying to me? Well, the shadows even hide, plummeting along with the decay and the crumbling memories, so really, what's the difference?
The Third Man is a masterpiece. It never fails to draw me in completely into its world and its melancholic story. Human and haunting in equal measure, Carol Reed's film descends into an environment of immense disconnect and cluttered fragmentation. Along with Robert Krasker's flawless cinematography, Reed crafts camera movements of stunning clarity and bursts of chilly tension. I always feel physically transported during every viewing, and with each aspect being uniformly brilliant, all I can do is just sit back and fall in love all over again. Truly a film for the ages, and one that can easily be called perfect.