The Aviator -

It is not a triumphant ending. It is a warning.

If you haven't seen it since 2004, or if you dismissed it as "just another biopic," do yourself a favor. Put it on. Turn up the volume. And prepare to watch a man fly so high that the air runs out. the aviator

It is brutal to watch. We go from the sleek, art-deco skies of the 1930s to the sticky, sweaty hell of a single room. Scorsese doesn’t allow us to look away. He forces us to realize that the man who built planes that broke the sound barrier couldn’t open a bathroom door without a bar of soap as a shield. Visually, the film is a feast. Scorsese and cinematographer Robert Richardson used a specific color grading process to mimic the look of early two-strip Technicolor for the 1920s/30s sequences—giving the skin tones a pale, ghostly, almost unrealistic hue. Then, as we move into the 1940s, the palette shifts to saturated, deep reds and blues. It is not a triumphant ending