In light of what I posted here yesterday about my discovery of the films of Theo Angelopoulos, it comes as a particular shock today to hear that the great director died yesterday in a road accident while working on his latest feature. This represents the loss of a towering talent, one of that select group — like Andrei Tarkovsky and Michelangelo Antonioni — who pushed the limits of what cinema could do. His films, like theirs, embodied the ways in which time, history, and politics are woven into individual subjectivity and emotion to create the ways in which we experience the world. He enlarged our sense of the world we inhabit and in doing so enriched our sense of our place within it. His death is a great loss.