On first viewing, I was a bit underwhelmed by Ida – here was an impeccably beautiful European arthouse film that felt a little bit too in hock to the old, dour, European masters: the Bergmans and the Bressons. Here I am again though, and the film has completely changed. It is close and personal, the sharp black-and-white cinematography and rigid framing a harmonious marriage of form with the challenging content. Ida is a moving story of cultural memory and identity, of faith inevitably intertwining and rubbing against the hard truth of facts. And to add to all this it also features one of the greatest debut performances of all time by an ethereally beautiful and magnetic Agata Trzebuchowska.