The leaves of the Japanese maple in the Japanese garden in Jackson Park are the color of the very heart of a fire. The white mulberries in the park are sweeter than the black ones, but also pack less flavor, just like white and yellow corn. Are all white fruits sweeter and milder than their colorful counterparts? I prefer the latter. What would Preston Sturges' Hail, the Conquering Hero, which I saw Friday night, be like if it had been shot in red, white, and blue rather than black and white? Would that have lent it more bite and cut down its sentimentality? At least half the appeal of William Eggleston's best photos lies in the saturation of the color--compare his dye imbibition prints to his chromogenic prints. This renders the images less real--or, perhaps, hyperreal. The same can be said for the color films of Douglas Sirk and Nicholas Ray--not to mention David Lynch and Sofia Coppola. The Japanese maple is super-saturated too, at least in the sun. It's bursting with flavor.