The light is lingering the right way in the sky. -- yes, it's doing exactly this. There's drama just in the light.

I was really interested in what you had to say about the protagonist for the movie Z:

the audience is never sure, even in the film's final act, which way he is going to jump; or even if he will jump, or remain, as his superiors urge him, prudently motionless. This is fascinating. It's not like a film noir, where we are unsure of a character because of what we know about them—compromise, coercion, habit. The magistrate is a blank, so all we can do is hope or be even more afraid.

This got me thinking about all kinds of things, but one was how even silence (motionlessness) becomes a statement--how, eventually, when situations become extreme enough, you can't escape interpretation--at all. I suppose it's a version of "If you're not with us, you're against us": If the government (or the Revolution, for that matter, since both these forces can be equally coercive, as I've witnessed with fascinated horror just recently) demands a statement of support (or actions of support), then not giving it is taken as treason.