Salvador Palma
2Nov11
i love the scene at the beginning when the birds come out of the saint's chest.
A masterpiece that reminded me of two things: 1. When it comes to aesthetics, in classic auteur cinema, there is no director like Tarkovsky 2. When it comes to art, there is no Country as rich of wonderful treasures as the one I live in
Quite a disappointment for me. After everybody being so in love with this movie I was pretty surprised how pretentious it is and how little it touched me. Like a fever dream of some russian guy that got sick on his holidays in Italy.
One of Tarko's best. The last 30 minutes in particular were completely mesmerizing.
«Just gonna stand there and watch me burn», much? I feel bad for quoting that song, but anyways, the film was quite a disappointment. The script is way too floating and ambiguous, and I didn't find it as brilliant as Tarkovsky's other works. Nevertheless, that final shot is just sublime, I can't get it off my mind (and I don't want to). Not bad at all, but compared to other films in Tarkovsky's filmography...
Everyone always speaks of the candle sequence being so monumental, but in truth, it's the imagery and accompanying song of the closing scene that remains with me.
i love the scene at the beginning when the birds come out of the saint's chest.
Most of the time the narrative of this film was beyond my reach, I found it difficult to sit through even though it is only 2 hours long. It needs to be watched and rewatched with patience and perhaps already expecting something closer to The Mirror than anything else. Definitely one of Tarkovsky's most demanding works.
the most idiosyncratic and uncharacteristic of tarkovsky films. the usual themes are here such as religion, the soviet artist, however the nostalgia for a homeland enters here too. the long take is taken even further with some lovely meditative periods. the script by guerra and tarkovsky is sensational. two auteurs working at their peak. this is the first western by tarkovsky and as always, a pure masterwork.
Otra en la que me quedé dormido. Autocomplaciente, esteticista, aburrida en suma..., una película de la última etapa del ruso, realmente prescindible.
This film is pure poetic beauty and emotion with one of the greatest ending segments in cinema.
Unparalleled in his ability to take the viewer to the deepest realms of his characters through primarily visual means, this film is incredibly dark compared to his other work, but retains a flare of optimism. An optimism which Tarkovsky seems to believe was the cornerstone of all art. His work is undeniably perfect in my eyes. I would trade every film I own for his works alone