
Watching The Red Shoes was like going to school. Like the kind of the film, I’d watch in a class, taking notes, looking for symbolism. This isn’t a film you watch with one hand thrust into a bucket of popcorn and the other a bag of pork rinds—George H.W. Bush’s favorite snack! This is a film you watch with focus, stroking your chin, noticing the small details within the big picture.
Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with an academic film going experience. Quite the contrary. The Red Shoes shows a remarkable progression in both art and storytelling. This is a British film from the ‘40s in full color with articulately choreographed dance sequences, powerful music, edited with the precision of yes… an archer. This is The Red Shoes.







