Seriously masterful artistry in terms of sheer imagery, and also an excruciating chore to sit through.
Tarkovsky makes pretty images. And (based on this and STALKER) seems to have a fetish for pooled water in decaying buildings.
Perhaps my favorite Tarkovsky film along with Andrei Rublev. This is the film that made me truly understand his ideas about "sculpting in time". Tarkovsky imprints his own perception of time onto the viewer. The ending usually makes me weep.
It's very poetic and beautiful, there are some haunting and fantastic sequences for sure (the last two scenes and the meeting with Josephson in house) but I couldn't help but finishing this film feeling very cold about what I had just seen. Some of the shots last too long, and some of the 'nostalgia' sequences feel out of place. I have tried my best with Tarkovsky, but I just don't have the brains yet. 3/5
the surroundings are so wabi, wow.
While I don't think this is as consistent, or as consistently beautiful as Mirror, I think that some of its images may be more beautiful... I don't know; there is so much more to unearth and to understand.
O tempo é matéria-prima essencial de Tarkovsky. Reorganizado a partir da lógica interna de suas narrativas, em "Nostalgia" viajamos tanto pelo presente objetivo' da personagem principal quanto pelo seu 'presente subjetivo' - trânsito de memórias várias e dispersas. A dedicação do espectador é essencial para dar sentido a um conjunto visual (de)marcado pelo teatro, poesia e pintura - cuja soma engendra um filme único!
Tarkovsky's personal yearning of wanting to return to his home country after being ostracized. A dream-like, metaphysical diary of his world.
A cumulative work: thematically linked to his Rublyov - attainment of spirituality amidst the formation of art, through the gaze of an artist in exile, his diaspora - while aesthetically to the dreamlike recollection of The Mirror, its nostalgic overtures and requiem for his homeland. While it lacks as clear a synthesis of pacing, musing and emotionality - making it appear ponderous by comparison - Nostalghia still retains its own reverential power and melancholia, particularly during its moments of such clarity and essence.
Tarkovsky in cinema and Proust in literature are the most poetic at remembering things past
This is my fourth Tarkovsky; like the other three, I'm going to have to see this one again. Subito.
" Where am I when I'm not in reality or in my imagination? Here's my new pact to the world: it must be sunny at night and snowy at August. Great things end, small things endure. Society must become united again instead of so disjointed. Just look at nature and you'll see that life is simple. We must go back to where we were to the point where you took the wrong turn. We must go back to the main foundations of life without dirtying the water. What kind of world is this if a madman tells you must be ashamed of yourselves? Music now! "
My first Tarkovsky film. Never knew that there were films like Nostalghia.
As its last shot it has one of the greatest images in cinema; the artist trying to carry his foreign home into the beautiful but alien abode of his adopted land.
This is one of the best film I ever seen. Beautifull.
Gorgeous but what Tarkovsky film isn't? Never seen the recently departed Josephson in non-Bergman but he doesn't disappoint in his work here. His running after the child in the flashback and his final scene are heart breaking.
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