Explanation of title. I watched this film for the 2nd time the other night and thought it was ok. Then I made the mistake of reading the boneheaded essay written for the Criterion booklet. Usually these essays are insightful and they give me new appreciation, but this one was just one of those fawning self-indulgent logomachies that say nothing about the material and instead prattle on about the author's personal rapture and attempt to compensate for his failed career as a poet. I'm paraphrasing one of the opening statements: "MY EBULLIENT RESPONSE IS BUT A MINUET DANCING AROUND THE MAJESTIC SPECTACLE OF THIS SYMPHONY!" Oh please, stick it back in your pants and tell me about the movie already.

So as you might guess, I'm suddenly leaning toward hating this film. After all, on 2nd watch it still didn't leap out at me, and it definitely didn't make me want to dance a minuet or even the Texas Twostep. But I'm a fan of Kieslowski's other work (Decalogue, Blue-White-Red) so I'm really trying to resist hatred, and believe it or not I think I can rinse that bozo's ridiculous essay out of my mind if someone can tell me in human terms what made you a fan of this movie.