The themes symbolized in the French flag form the basis for visionary director Krzysztof Kieslowski's "Three Colors" trilogy. This gorgeous film's subject is fraternity--the ways in which we are all tied together, even in our loneliness (parallel plotlines emphasize the point). It's also about the redemptive power of friendship: Kieslowski examines the unlikely relationship that develops between a Swiss fashion model (the poised and lovely Irene Jacob) and an embittered retired judge (Jean Louis Trintignant), who fills his time eavesdropping electronically on his neighbors. Kieslowski's work is, above all, visual, and the imagery here is extraordinarily rich, the red motif warm and organic.


  • Nominated for Best Achievement in Directing 1994: Krzysztof Kieslowski
  • Nominated for Best Achievement in Cinematography 1994: Piotr Sobocinski
  • Nominated for Best Screenplay Written Directly for the Screen 1994: Krzysztof Piesiewicz - screenplay, Krzysztof Kieslowski - screenplay

  • "At this moment, in this cafe, we're sitting next to strangers.
    Everyone will get up, leave, and go their own way.
    And then, they'll never meet again.
    And if they do, they won't realize that it's not for the first time."
    Krzysztof Kieslowski


    Love at First Sight
    by Wislawa Szymborska - 1993

    They're both convinced
    that a sudden passion joined them.
    Such certainty is beautiful,
    but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

    Since they'd never met before, they're sure
    that there'd been nothing between them.
    But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways -
    perhaps they've passed by each other a million times?

    I want to ask them
    if they don't remember -
    a moment face to face
    in some revolving door?
    perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?
    a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver?
    but I know the answer.
    No, they don't remember.

    They'd be amazed to hear
    that Chance has been toying with them
    now for years.

    Not quite ready yet
    to become their Destiny,
    it pushed them close, drove them apart,
    it barred their path,
    stifling a laugh,
    and then leaped aside.

    There were signs and signals,
    even if they couldn't read them yet.
    Perhaps three years ago
    or just last Tuesday
    a certain leaf fluttered
    from one shoulder to another?
    Something was dropped and then picked up.
    Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
    into childhood's thicket?

    There were doorknobs and doorbells
    where one touch had covered another
    Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
    One night, perhaps, the same dream,
    grown hazy by morning.

    Every beginning
    is only a sequel, after all,
    and the book of events
    is always open halfway through.

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