Many will no doubt find this cinematic blasphemy, but I found legendary director Andrei Tarkovsky’s final film to be horribly uneven. A visual marvel – every frame is a work of art, exquisitely composed and photographed by legendary cinematographer Sven Nykvist. Unfortunately, the story falls flat – it rings emotional false and forced at every moment. This is a film of tedious and trite philosophical monologues and long, dull silences – it doesn’t even come close to sustaining its colossal running time. It’s clear that there is a lot of talent behind this film, but not enough for it to rise above its pretensions. A major disappointment.