Some films aren’t meant to be solved. They’re meant to be felt. I used to watch with a notebook in hand—mapping metaphors, decoding color palettes. Then I saw The Color of Pomegranates, and something shifted. It didn’t explain itself. It just… existed. Like a dream you wake from, shaken but unsure why. These 6 films taught me that beauty doesn’t need closure. Sometimes, the farther you are from “getting it,” the closer you are to its core. 🎥 Dreams (1990, Kurosawa) — Eight vivid dreamscapes across a lifetime. 🎥 The Fall (2006, Tarsem Singh) — Shot in 26 countries, it’s grief dressed in fantasy. 🎥 The Color of Pomegranates (1969) — A poet’s life told in symbols, not words. 🎥 Ashik Kerib (1988) — A love story told like silent ballet. 🎥 Shirley: Visions of Reality (2013) — Edward Hopper paintings brought eerily to life. 🎥 The Holy Mountain (1973) — Chaos, religion, power—then release. Which film made you feel lost in the best way? #entertainment #movie #surrealism