I had the greatest difficulty in explaining to people that there is no hidden, coded meaning in the film, nothing beyond the desire to tell the truth. Often my assurances provoked incredulity and even disappointment. Some people evidently wanted more: they needed arcane symbols, secret meanings. They were not accustomed to the poetics of the cinema image. And I was disappointed in my turn.
The trick to watching this masterpiece is to pretend you are dreaming and definitely do not try to make sense of it or even pay any attention to the subtitles, they take away from the visuals, which is all you need. Stream-of-consciousness...
" It seems to make me return to the place, poignantly dear to my heart, where my grandfathers house used to be in which i was born 40 years ago right on the dinner table. Each time i try to enter it, something prevents me from doing that. I see this dream again and again. And when i see those walls made of logs and the dark entrence, even in my dream i become aware that I'm only dreaming it. "
WOW, WOW, AND WOW! Say what you will about Russian cinema, but THEY HAD TARKOVSKY..... THEY.... HAD...... TARKOVSKY. With multiple viewings this film opens up in so many new ways. So many delicate moments that evoke the entirety of existence. A poet of the celluloid.