that corridor seems endless...like there is no end of loneliness...
I've never seen so many dead eyes before.
A kid is repeatetdly pushed in a puddle. It fights to get out but there is no way.Then after the bullys are gone it crawls out of the water, shaking and sitting. It can't get up, it won't. The will is gone so is the power, and resignation has taken their place. But it is free. Free?
So much sadness indeed, extraordinary visuals. Poetry in motion. My first Bartas and I can now say that I have a favorite Lithuanian director.
p.s
this film made me want to draw things with flammable substances ,,, then set them alight
the saddest party indeed, yet for some reason I wanted to join in!