When I watched Pretty Woman for the first time (I was 16), I instantly fell in love with Richard Gere 🤭 So much so that I made it my life’s mission to collect DVDs of all his earlier movies. My best discovery? A worn-out copy of Days of Heaven that I managed to borrow from one of my school seniors. And oh my, it was a revelation! Days of Heaven wasn’t just a movie; it was my first brush with the art of cinematography. Something the naive and ignorant me never knew existed. Yes, the plot takes a backseat, and there are moments where factual accuracy is tossed aside. But it doesn’t matter. Every frame is visual poetry, weaving its magic in a way only cinema can.