Paradise Lost followed by Paradise Regained.

"...falando latim com Deus. Deus mudo, silêncio enigmático, senhor de nenhuma intimidade, lá do outro lado de não sei quê, imenso, onipotente, onipresente, onisciente, encarnado num rapaz oriental, que faleceu numa cruz aos trinta anos pouco mais ou menos e há dois mil anos quase."
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Going down to the depth of language, and rising to the height of emphasis, during an interspace of silence, I interrogated the revolutionist and philosopher in these fateful words, "What is?" And it seemed as though his mind were inverted for a moment while he looked upon the roaring sea in front and the restless multitude upon the beach. "What is?" I had inquired, to which, in deep and solemn tone, he replied: "Struggle!"
At first it seemed as though I had heard the echo of despair; but, peradventure, it was the law of life.
John Ford's American landscapes have never been darker, wilder, and dangerously disposable when it comes to people and even relationships.
Victor Mature's interpretation of Doc Holiday carries an angst and a mortality that enter the film through Shakespere, without an exact redemption, just an incessant search for revenge.
What a masterpiece.