The Magnificent Ambersons

Orson Welles - 1942
Ah, what wonders. The shadows on the faces in that long, winding house; not dappled lighting because it's too hard. The small camera movements (or the big ones) that takes us along and through it, statues that are living in some mechanical way, but never really. The voiceover that is not fateful, rarely ironic. Those longer shots than usual in Welles, the house like a dolls house house, the car like a toy; and at once like a work of a master.
The death of the Gods; time takes away all that was once holy, some fight against it, most will simply dissappear, away from the former grandeur.