It looks like water, but it's actually spirits

Lela 2022-03-24 09:03:03

I am the candle that perished in the feast. Please clean up the tears of the candle after dawn, and read from it what is worth mourning and what is worth celebrating. We offer the last ray of joy, how can we exchange for a peaceful death...



The missed "Nostalgia", the poetic dialogue predicts that it will be a nightmare for the senses. There are no logical clues, the careless plot prolongs the obscureness of the deliberate, every shot is almost as beautiful and heavy as an oil painting, making the light lyricism so depressing. The last 7 minutes of footage was almost exhausting, but for 7 minutes, I couldn't help watching the end of the ceremony with breathless eyes. I have to say that watching Tarkovsky's films is a test for most moviegoers. Those poetic and dreamlike artistic conceptions, those grand themes, lingering on the contemplation and exploration of life or religion, are presented in various metaphors and symbols in the lens, as well as melancholy and gloomy tones.



Andrea's nostalgia is the memory of the past, Dominica's nostalgia is the yearning for the Garden of Eden, the weak cold candle burns out their common bond. After the end of a dream of changing tone, loneliness, wandering, redemption, grief and compassion for the fate of this human being, just like the heavy fog that pervades the film, lingering forever.

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Extended Reading
  • Geoffrey 2022-03-25 09:01:16

    If I don't go back to Russia, I will die, those birch forests, the air I breathed in my childhood, I love my motherland.

  • Johnathan 2022-03-14 14:12:26

    Give me an unextinguishable candlelight for eight minutes, so as to miss the atonement, the soul is lost, waiting for me to reach the other shore, the oil is exhausted, the lamp is withered, and the lamp is withered to sleep, and finally Nirvana

Nostalghia quotes

  • Andrei Gorchakov: What are you reading?

    Eugenia: Arseny Tarkovsky's poems.

    Andrei Gorchakov: In Russian?

    Eugenia: No, it's a translation. Quite a good one.

    Andrei Gorchakov: Throw it away.

    Eugenia: Why? The translator's a very good poet.

    Andrei Gorchakov: Poetry is untranslatable, like the whole of art.

    Eugenia: You may be right that poetry is untranslatable. But music? Music for example...

  • Eugenia: So what did God say to St. Catherine?

    Domenico: "You are she who is not, but I am He who is."