THE KING OF CURIOSITY

Martin Scorsese's new movie, Killers of the Flower Moon, continues his quest for radical truth

- STEPHANIE ZACHAREK

MARTIN SCORSESE IS WEARING a blue shirt. It's a nothing-special medium-dark blue, at least as it's backlit by the afternoon sun streaming through the window. But later, in the crisp-soft light of the screening room located in his office, it becomes a blue of a different color, a hue you see most commonly in wildflowers, and in the movies. Almost iridescent, it shimmers toward purple; in an unreal sky, it would be the shifting point between dusk and outer space. It's proof of the illusory nature of color, but as metaphors go, it's a humble one, a trick of cloth and dye and light. Let's call it-after the ace cinematographer behind the Technicolor marvels of Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, among Scorsese's favorites-Jack Cardiff Blue.

Color is important to nearly all filmmakers, but Scorsese may be more attuned than most to both its language and its evanescence. In 1990, having been alarmed for decades by the deterioration of so many aging film prints, he established the Film Foundation, a nonprofit dedicated to preserving film history. In his screening room, we watch a clip outlining the restoration of Powell and Pressburger's The Red Shoes, which Scorsese saw with his father in the theater when he was 8. It's transportive to watch Moira Shearer leaping and pirouetting, her image freed from the murky mold damage that had been digitally removed from the negative. The beforeand-after comparison illustrates why it's crucial for the entities that own these films to ensure they're around for future generations. "This means a lot to a lot of people, spiritually, culturally," he says. "Like reading a book."