that was someone commented on Kubrick's film Barry Lyndon. It is a story I imagined happened most in night time, or more precisely in murky English countryside, where the road was just dampened by the rains and a coach drove through unfathomable smudges.
I imagined that the scene when all the characters playing cards in dim candle lights, it almost render a special aura around the room. Where all the hidden emotions of their perfectly powered faces reflect on the off-white table cloth and sinuous gestures of waving the fans.
I have no doubt that the film has its own magic of tickling people into sleeps. It is dull and magnificent.
a storytelling eyelashes.