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Calista 2022-04-24 07:01:16
So it's a mirror left to the viewer?
The first time, very unusual, although the director will say, just straight-line understanding. But it consists of more than a dozen very personal memory/dream fragments, with some recurring elements and scenes: the wind blowing through the bushes on the edge of the forest, spilled milk and...
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Nakia 2022-01-07 15:52:59
The film is not a letter that will not be sent
I can finally speak clearly.
What is clarity and how is speech? We didn't stutter at the beginning. When did we stutter? When did we need a psychologist. Is it okay to express fluently with the salvation of others? Language cannot express, it is too pale.
Mom, why do we quarrel as soon as we meet, if...
Oleg Yankovskiy
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Stephon 2022-03-26 09:01:09
Personal style and its rich authored film, lyrical poetry flows through the whole film. Autobiographical stories are interspersed with various kinds: blurred and chaotic dreams and trivial and slow reality, withered past under black and white nostalgic texture and clear present under color images, individual memory perception and distant memory of the nation... ...The multi-dimensional connection between the distant and the distant achieves a soft transition and a timeless combination due to the soothing and elegant long shots, and also reflects reflections in the detachment reflection of the mirrors that appear many times. Seemingly clueless divergent narratives, but they run through in a straight line. Although the empathy conveyed in the medium of the environment is difficult to capture, it gradually interprets the eternal nostalgia and memory from the inside out, reaching the vastness of the universe. ultimate realm
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Mossie 2022-01-07 15:52:59
Resolutely one star, the movie is not used to embarrass the audience, never watch Tarkovsky again.
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