Emeric Pressburger

“You cannot have it both ways. A dancer who relies upon the doubtful comforts of human love can never be a great dancer. Never.” And thus sums up the battle within Michael Powell’s and Emeric Pressburger’s 1948 film, “The Red Shoes” — the battle between love and art. Can the two exist together? Or will one always win out and destroy the other? It’s a fascinating question posed in a beautiful and sumptuous film that we—Pete Wright and Andy Nelson—talk about this week on Rash Pixel’s “Movies We Like.