Fabiola Saxon

To write a proper review, I should have to watch this movie again. The first and only time, when I have seen it, was sometimes in the early sixties. Only faint memories, that I still have, mostly feelings. What is certain that this film made the same deep impression in me, like the "The Wages of Fear " with Yves Montand. It isn't my intention to compare the two movies; only I'd like to place it in its proper place. Kazantzakis, the writer of the novel, created another immortal work after Zorba. There is a scene in the film that burned into my memory. I can still see the protagonist going during an Easter passion play, with a cross on his shoulder, on a ridge. It is already dusk, and the people of the village follow him in a long line. The scene was wonderfully photographed and had such a dramatic effect that as long as I will live, I would remember it. Unfortunately, I couldn't find an English version, so I can't share the pleasure with my partner, who doesn't speak either Hungarian nor French.