3.5. For whatever reason this is the only one of Illyenko's films I've seen that failed to kindle much enthusiasm in me. Maybe a few years from now I'll take another look - and, you know, Ah-ha! How could I have failed to..?
Like Paradjanov, to Ilyenko film is a collage of spontaneous moments, sparse situations that are linked by affinity in accordance with a musical rhythm or a pictorial tune. Visual allegories and local folklore with a stunning energy, within its own universe and logic, a free form movie out of the common rules of academic language, as Barnet so well inaugurated. Shadows of forgotten ancestors in an unforgettable film.