A red coat. That's all it is. It's used to keep warm, a shelter against the blistering cold. Gusts of wind tatter and billow, threatening the gentle glow that results from the little red coat. In all the horror, the absolute Hell, the devastation, the inhumanity; a simple color evokes so much more than the thought of gentle compliments and a tender smile. Steven Spielberg's Schindler's List is simply one of the greatest films committed to celluloid. Bar none. No exaggeration. It is as essential, historical, vibrant, emotional, magnificent, harrowing, and impeccably orchestrated as anything that's ever been released in the cinematic medium. And like the red coat of the little girl, the film will never fade, only growing in distinct majesty and singular clarity.
