Haunted With Color

Imagine for a minute a film that blurs the line between living and dying. Of color and grayscale. That takes the beauty of a immense, beautiful landscape and washes the color from it. That dances with ghosts and living beings of tragic circumstance.

This is the movie Northfork.

Taking place in 1955, it witnesses the death of the town of Northfork by the construction of a hydroelectric dam that will flood the area within days.

A child too sick to travel, a kindly priest, four imaginary friends, and six men in black populate the barren lands of Montana. The film reminded me of a dried rose. Color is still there however it is pale, seemingly fragile to the touch and would crumble into dust. No longer vibrant and supple.

The almost grayscale look brings you closer to the death of the town of Northfork in its last days. It is cold but not uninviting, in fact it is almost friendly, it is haunted. Every minute of this movie is a beautiful metaphor for life and death. The place in between where dreams and breath meet in swirl into the misty comfortable air around you.

It isn't for everyone and everyone who sees it will see something different, but I enjoyed it.