Deborah Ross

Gorgeous and electrifying: And Then We Danced reviewed

Some scenes are so mesmerising that you might even momentarily forget a killer virus is after you

Electrifying: Bachi Valishvili as Irakli and Levan Gelbakhiani as Merab in And Then We Danced

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Every scene is finely worked. A brief meeting with Mareb’s father tells us all we need to understand about him, for instance. And it’s beautifully filmed, with some scenes so mesmerising — I am thinking of one long tracking shot at a wedding in particular — that you might even momentarily forget a killer virus is after you. As for Gelbakhiani, otherwise a dancer, his performance is exquisite, perfectly capturing the thrill of first love, and while the ending may be somewhat predictable, it is still terrific. And physically electrifying.

So, in short, a worthwhile film for any time of night or day. Luckily.

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