Until a few hours ago, the only movies to ever make me cry were Saving Private Ryan and The Last Temptation of Christ. Well, I cried all the way through Ballets Russes, an amazing new documentary about two dueling ballet companies in the years leading up to World War II. My eyes literally welled up with tears within the first minute, and I spent the rest of the movie alternately laughing, choking up, and staring in astonishment at the screen. This is a great documentary about dance, but it's also one of the best movies about youth and old age I've ever seen, and the juxtaposition of archive dance footage—which is often incredible in itself—with the faces of the dancers fifty years later is incredibly moving, almost miraculous. I know that I recommend a lot of movies on this blog, sometimes with mixed results, but really, if you're in New York or anywhere else that Ballets Russes is playing, you owe it to yourself to see it. And then, what the hell, you should rent The Red Shoes, too.