The story begins when someone reluctantly tries to deliver a dead man’s letter to another dead man. In a spectacular journey, one uncovers the truth about human existence and all its hideous ways that ensnare upon us all like a sailor lost at a familiar sea. “Loving Vincent” represents the pinnacle of artistic expression, setting a new standard for what cinema can achieve. “Loving Vincent,” a collection of 65,000 paintings by 100 artists, is redefining animation and canvas paintings. Imagine your favorite piece of art coming to life; the dreams we so eagerly yearn for are moving before our eyes. The dazzling nights breathe through lush brush strokes in an astonishing animated procession. It aims to create a masterpiece that will captivate the eyes of those who yearn for the ethereal night sky, revealing the essence of eternal life. After a dreadful 28 years, a man in the Dutch countryside took up a brush as a last resort to becoming someone worthy of admiration. He began painting his pains and anxieties with a touch of madness, which he was only able to conquer. The whole perspective quietly avoided Van Gogh. It was not Vincent who was under inspection; it was his way of looking into the world. The focal point of this cinematic masterpiece was not Vincent himself, but rather his unhinged thoughts and the impact they had on his surroundings. Vilified by many, he only found refuge in this little world he created, which was called ugly by many of his time. Frustration and loneliness wrapped him so generously that he felt like an outshined moon on a moonless night. Not everyone is out for glory; some wallflowers seek eternity in the face of immortality. It was a brave attempt to use animation as the genre to make a biopic about the most quintessential impressionist in art history. The directors, Dorota Kobiela and Hugh Welchman, utilized Van Gogh’s unique artistic style to create a cinematic experience that immersed viewers in his world, showcasing his magnificent paintings and animation. The yellow, the brown, and the green were making our vigorous reality a flippant joke, while the blues, the whites, and the superficial blacks were questioning a man’s faith in what is real in this world of ignorant fools. But the real outlook of this film is that every frame is a reminder of a Van Gogh canvas, and everything has been meticulously curved by human touch. Landscapes, coffee tables, and vases filled with dried-out sunflowers—brushstrokes bristle on the skies or people’s faces like autumn leaves. A question was asked about melancholy, and the answer nearly devastated everyone. This whole 93 minutes of painstaking beauty was about trying to catch that music in the hope of seeing some dancing souls upon a one-eared man’s canvas, as they say.