Each of us express love in a different way and its expression deeply depends of our personality and path. The concept of love is objective, but the way we express it can be totally different of the 'loving behavior' model that we are used to imagine and require. As a whole: I assume that love is strength, but depending on its behavior, it can be damage… that's what I see in this movie.
Despite some impressive child acting, this film functions on a very basic, student film level. Pulling every lighting and camera method out of the book, the film is ham-fisted in its pretty technique, ultimately blurring the individualization of characters, settings, mise-en-scene with systematic and monotonous visual poetry. I'm not complaining that it's pretty, per say, but wishing it was also something else too.
Una película algo sobrevalorada. La trama es simple, el padre ausente por largo tiempo retorna, este es tiránico, la inocencia de los hijos se inmuta, se generan tensiones, y bueno, el final tal vez responde a las buenas críticas. La muerte del padre es incluso simbólica, una que se refleja además en una foto donde él está ausente.
Mostly disappointing. All the characters seemed shallow and the lack of almost any background aside from a little known father returning left too much to the viewer to the point where there seems to be little reason to care for the characters. Some of the cinematography was interesting but it pails in comparison to the Russian greats.