A love-letter to Sunrise: A Song Of Two Humans

I get asked a lot about what my favorite movie is. The truth being that there is no clear answer. I've never really sat down and pondered what should or shouldn't make up the list. I guess The Godfather Parts I and II would surely be up there, so would Hitchcock's Vertigo, Renoir's Les R├Ęgles du Jeu. But the one that always pops into my head whenever the question gets asked is also not the most common answer: "Sunrise: A Song Of Two Humans" is a 1927 silent picture by F.W. Murnau, I've seen it only twice in my life, but its had such an impact that I can remember almost every frame. Its images are as haunting as the night sky. Murnau delves into the darkest path of the human soul to create a movie that scares us because of how vulnerable it makes us feel as human beings. The real champion of the picture is Cinematographer Karl Struss, who manages to create shots that are so technically rich, I just can't ever see anyone else replicating all the thought process and effort that went into devising them.