A dying man in his forties recalls his childhood, his mother, the war and personal moments that tell of and juxtapose pivotal moments in Soviet history with daily life.
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100/100 Letterboxd keeping the Max rating up to 5 only is a crime. This is my 3rd film of Tarkovsky and it seems like whatever I write or praise about this “messiah of movie lovers” feels like I have done very less. I literally bow down to him. OH.MY.GOD. I am so confused what to write about this. My mind right now is as non-linear as the film and getting many thoughts on it. But I would like to tell that this is by far the most deliciously complex film from Tarkovsky I have watched so far. It’s not until some minutes into the film that I realised this is totally about Alexie’s mind who is actually dying - his memories with his mother, past, present, dreams, wars and most importantly relationship with his mother. Tarkovsky yet again shoots the film in his signature style that is largely rhapsodic and very very spiritual at core if we see his ultimate intention. Long frames that has…
a very complex reflection of his life and a beautiful love letter to his mother.