Black Narcissus (1947, Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger)

This was not my favorite of the Powell/Pressburger films, but jesus it sure is gorgeous. Worth seeing just for the cinematography, seriously. I was especially impressed with the scenes involving Kathleen Byron losing it at the end, they are perfectly lit to expose her state of mind without going over the top. Great print too. Thematically certainly it takes a turn from the likes of Colonel Blimp and A Matter Of Life And Death in that while it still focuses very closely on character building, interaction, and emotion, it is also a thriller, which P&P pull off admirably. Think about how this movie would end today - Deborah Kerr would leave the faith to spend the rest of her life with David Farrar and it would be ALL FUCKING WRONG.