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Мать и сын [Mother and son] (1997)

A succession of sombre and slow tableaux unfolds, like old paintings with tinted colors and sometimes distortions reminiscent of psychedelia. Silence and tenderness reigns this moody symbolist parable where nature speaks while people whisper. Togetherness and goodbyes are contemplated in a strange, isolated rural world beyond time and place.

Comes across as a sad, lyrical lament over an ailing Mother Russia as well as a personal statement on love and dependence. Touching, but ultimately too devoid of content for my taste. Not in my book.

Mat

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