Fantastic documentary. During the entire two-hour-film you unconsciously become that unborn child that Aristakisian is trying to communicate with. One but major difference is that that we can actually see those horrors that he describes, unlike the child. Imagine watching the film again but with your eyes closed – absolutely different feeling. It gets under your skin.
In the margins of the world. A fantastic and poignant fiction documentary with a timeless reflection on human condition. According to me it is even more powerful than his Mesto na zemle (2001). Among my favorite found footage narrative films with the Rage by Pasolini and materials from Guy Debord.
Brilliant. This 2 hours long contemplative journey to the spirit of non-participation which is far more dangerous than revolt. Sort of reminds me of Rilke's Letters To A Young Poet in its delivery and a bit of The Man Who Sleeps in its disruptive thoughts. A powerful survival notion emerged from the dirty street, the outcast and the very unfortunate subject. It is thrilling and (definitely) my kind of film.
“You should watch. Let it be of no concern to you that you can't speak or work. You don't need to do either. You will begin to speak later, when people have exhausted all combinations of words and eaten up their own language. That will be the time for you to speak. And while you are on this earth - just watch. Watch and don’t be afraid.”
It burns into you. It is deeply sad yet lionises its subjects. The images of black and white streets and homes of trash stick in the mind, while the continuous narration avoids becoming didactic by becoming an interrogation of the narrator's own mind. It doesn't matter if its a documentary, reaching ideas on life through the director simply looking at the world around him and creating something legitimately profound.