Cold War (2018)

Last night I watched Pawlikowski's incompletely titled Cold War , one of the finer black-and-white films I've seen of late. Basically a love story that moves from 1949 Poland to 1952 East Germany, 1954 France, 1955 Yugoslavia, and eventually to 1964 Poland, where the couple, Viktor and Zula, realize the futility of their lives under Communism, then Capitalism, and do the only thing possible and move on one last time, where "the view is better from the other side."

The shot up top comes after he's defected to Paris. A car comes around the corner, Wiktor gets in it and the car goes down the hill. Those who know Vancouver well enough would not be mistaken for mistaking this landscape as the Homer Street hill that runs down to Cordova north of Hastings, a view I saw enough of when, in the mid-1990s, I had an office above The Block at the SE corner.