few great old actors. the last film of Lilian Gish. and the poetry of images. a film like a puzzle of memories. because the story is only excuse for a special meeting. so, dialogs about small pieces of life, expectation of a magic moment, old love stories and the past as axis of present, facts who are just ash circles and visits who covers an ice time. all - touching and delicate and beautiful and , in few aspects, unique. I adore the film not for itself. but for the nostalgia who represents its base. for the shadows of roles of each actor. for the force of Bette Davies who is not a surprise. for Lilian Gish and her precious career. for the charm of Vincent Price who seems be in The Whales of August the resume of his roles. for the light, for the sky, for the small gestures, for dialogs, for the flavor of bones of youth, for a love story who is dream or memory for everyone. a film of old things. that is its great virtue. maybe, that was its original purpose.
