The Passenger - 1975.
A film directed by Italian filmmaker Michelangelo Antonioni and staring the one-trick-pony himself; Jack Nicholson. I only watched this film very recently with a good friend and a couple of ales - or was it a couple of friends and a good ale? Either way I was in good company and hadn't really expected to be profoundly blown away. It was a flippant choice of sunday matinée and I often think Nicholson is a little over-rated; already my ultimate opinion was marred.
The film was relitively slow; typically european *pause*
For those who have not seen the film - Plot:
Jack Nicholson stars as a television reporter in Africa who assumes the identity of a dead stranger to escape his past life and to be free only to unravel the strangers identity is darker than his own.
*un-pause* Nicholson was surprisingly subtle and tolerant, but I'm not here to tell you about the film - that's your job, go see - I'm here to spoil it by expressing my love for the last shot, yes unfortunately the greatest shot is the second from last; I waited a whole two hours for this! and unknowingly, sitting becoming rather bored and lured into a sense of lull by the Bishops finger I had in me (the ale). But all of a sudden this tracking shot that started in the leads bedroom suddenly floated through wrought iron bars within a window, continued outside to follow the love interest only to rotate 180º and onto the bars we had just previously squeezed a huge panaflex 35mm camera through! I've not even finished yet, we go back through the bars that look solid as the earth they are built on!
Well, I believed I was watching black magic of some degree or a David Copperfield performance. All done so beautifully over seven minutes.
Like all magicians I will not tell you the secrets how they performed this shot (but Wikipedia will, they are just big tell tales), But I advise one and all to persist the movie only to be greatly rewarded with this work of art and self awareness.