Russian, Spanish and Greek films gave me another spiritual nourishment besides aesthetic fatigue. I go to these movies like writing a novel. Obsessed with the scenery described by Albert Camus. As someone once said, the words themselves are very narrow but people find them extremely broad. The movie has this kind of magic equivalent to words. In the broadness, there are added dark depressions, and some ambiguous abstract things such as love. Two extremely opposite things merge together. It would be another extreme. Towards extreme danger. The ending is temptingly unknown.
The meaning of paragraph is. The magic of vision and the multiple mixing of its own propositions. I like this story as much as the "first person". The first person happened in Al, in the tropics. The return took place in distant Russia.
The rendering of skills is just to make the story more textured. Suitable for late night movies. The texture is like an image immersed in deep sea water. The climax occurred at the death of his father. He died so easily, the fragility of a wooden board, compared with the various long renderings in the movie, seemed to be an irony. I remember the boys' faces after that. Full of unknowns.
Someone will analyze all the details of the story. However, a good movie itself is full of commendable details and echoes. But look at it from a distance. All people watching movies should just need a sudden sinking weight. There are some things that you need to give yourself space to think about after seeing and hearing. Otherwise, we will always be the one we were before.
The director's first movie. The subsequent death of the gifted child star. These are all blurred colors. From beginning to end. The return is like a quiet tragedy. In fact, the tragedy is because you treat it as a serious drama.
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