The only good Euro art house movies these days are about how shitty and broken the EU is.
Before the excess of the Earth, of which all are intimately a part, we are made equal. There is a democracy of the terrestrial, and W.S. faces the catastrophic power that makes it so with great compassion and love. Pompeii is profoundly melancholic, but it defiantly refuses nihilistic despair. I was humbled by this film.