La double vie de Véronique (1991)
The polish identy vanishes, the french lives on. A delicate, beautiful face contorts and writhes with lust, pain, bewilderment, fear, curiosity etc. The powerful forces of music and love intertwine. As sensual, stylish and intelligent as this is, I have neither the inclination nor the energy to solve Kieslowskis riddles. Plus I have problems with the dated male voyeuristic tendencies.
Not in my book.