Oh dear. Look, I want to warn everyone that hasn't seen it already: Blue is weak enough that it'd put you off from seeing White or anything else by the director. This would be a mistake, because White is some superb, compelling story-telling. Here's a warning: I think someone held a gun to the film editor's head and said "fade to black, but keep the sound rolling... and fade back up on the same damn scene. See, that's ART!" The above doesn't happen only once. It happens enough that you start thinking, "there will now be a medium-sized intermission" and "there will now be a whopping-great intermission, during which we shall sell small ice creams in large boxes". In contrast, the first hour of White FLIES BY. You're just riveted. When you think back, not enough seemed to happen to warrant that much time on screen. However you realize how much you've been sucked into the character.