The most earnest film, perhaps? Rely itself selflessly and patiently to the nature. With only happy and nothing acquired as valid emotion. Loneliness here is too deep it merged down to nothing. And I want to live in the land where language is not necessary, too.
A portrait of loneliness in a brilliant use of the landscape of a primitive place to provoque a depressing and hopeless feeling. Golubeva incorporates all that herself. Raw and rude cinema that choses to explore the feelings of the character instead of presenting a story.
I really hate rating films like this. I dont feel a 4/5 matches how I feel about it but a 3/5 would put it at the level of Meet Joe Black and I cant justify that. It was hard for me to get through this but the most rewarding sensation I found was the sounds in and around the silence of the film. Bartas has a very interesting philosophy to film making I might add.
I dont know why , looking through the microscope for bacteria has same meaning with looking through a helicopter or airplane window for people & houses.a seemingly small place might have many problems ,people's mood ,life conditions ,obligatory conditions...
There were elegant moments and there were moments that felt a bit more meandering. A film I wanted to like more than I did. Perhaps a shorter running length? But who is to question image makers working in this style of cinema. A melancholy wander into a world lost to itself.
For some reasons, I got mixed feelings about this. Some shots are nuts, but I found that some others (like those clouds floating in front of the moon, that shot of the profile of the mountain at sunset, the length of the dancing scene) were slightly too much. Still, such stuff should be shown as widely as possible every day of the year. Chromatically (especially those greens) is remarkable.
People walking in and out of the landscape, the landscape stays unchanged. Young and old, ever gazing. A lost and lonely village. Artefacts of life. The flow of nature, constantly in motion. The inability to love. The need to be loved. A tear, resting in the corner of an eye. These minimalist compositions and iconographic portraits don’t follow the logic of a well-developed narrative: this is the logic of life.