SFIFF 56: Marketa Lazarova

It's been a while since I've seen anything as gorgeous as this film, but the absurdly wooden plot cranking away in the background with its stereotypical medieval characters brawling and feuding over issues I could care less about spoiled things a bit for me.  I want to take the luxurious surfaces of the film, which are as beautiful as any I have ever seen, and eliminate the dialogue altogether (or the subtitles anyway), replacing it with bits of Shakespeare or any other playwright worthy of the cause - then it would be the truly extraordinary thing it was destined to be.