Winner of the 1998 Palme d'Or at Cannes, this rambling but beautiful feature by Theo Angelopoulos may seem like an anthology of 60s and 70s European art cinema: family nostalgia from Bergman and seaside frolics from Fellini; long, mesmerizing choreographed takes and camera movements from Jancso and Tarkovsky; haunting expressionist moods and visions from Antonioni. Yet it's such a stirring and flavorsome examplemdfar richer emotionally and poetically than Woody Allen?s derivations—that I was moved and captivated throughout its 132 minutes. Bruno Ganz is commanding as a Greek writer who's recently learned that he's terminally ill; the part was conceived for the late Marcello Mastroianni, yet Ganz seems perfect for it (though he's dubbed by a Greek actor, as Mastroianni undoubtedly would have been). Brooding over the loss of his seaside retreat and family home in Thessaloniki, the hero meets an eight-year-old illegal alien from Albania (Achilleas Skevis) and spends the day crisscrossing the past and visiting his familiar haunts, sometimes in the flesh and sometimes in his imagination, and Angelopoulos is masterful in orchestrating these lyrical and complex encounters. With Isabelle Renauld. In Greek with subtitles.