Several years ago I viewed the first of Krzysztof Kieslowski's Three Colors Trilogy, Blue, and where I can no longer recall enough to state anything about it, I will be given the opportunity within the next month, to re-watch it, along with the middle piece, White.I would stay as well for the closer of the tetralogy, Red, but having just watched it for the first time the other day, I feel I can ably write on it now without the necessity to see it again. Whereas I did not mind the movie, as a matter of fact, I thought the tale of conceited coincidences and mysterious revelations was pretty good, I have no burning desire to watch the slow-paced movie over. There is not definitive plot to summarize, the equivocation and plottingness of its undevlopment into minor development is what keeps it intriguing. You never can quite place your finger on what it is doing. The equal curiousness of the leads Irčne Jacob and Jean-Louis Trintignant as to where the cryptic story is leading them, is one of the main ingredients that make this compelling. Even those efficient in solving mysteries, is better off not straining yourself trying to figure out what's going on; let it take you away into its mystique. Aside from the tendency to bring things down to a slow walked-pace of development, only near the end does Red slightly elucidate itself from the hush-hush shell of mystery it places itself in. The only downside is that the shroud of its own rara avis befuddles itself on more than one occasion. The red-themed cinematography is no surprise, and no benefit or detriment as well. But nothing quite captures the chills quite like the way the closing shot does (a symbol to something else I don't want to give away, which appears throughout the movie).Final Verdict: B+.