In all of these eventualities the shared truth is that the life of the émigré - even for those born into the condition after their parents’ original leave-taking - is never easy. It does not store any personal data.With the events of 1917 now having been commemorated a century later, it feels timely to focus once again on those who left before, during, or after the October Revolution: those who were caught out by the sudden switch of historical direction after the Tsar’s abdication, and those who fled the prospect or the reality of Bolshevik rule. The cookie is set by the GDPR Cookie Consent plugin and is used to store whether or not user has consented to the use of cookies. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Performance". This cookie is set by GDPR Cookie Consent plugin. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Other. The cookies is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Necessary". The cookie is set by GDPR cookie consent to record the user consent for the cookies in the category "Functional". The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Analytics". These cookies ensure basic functionalities and security features of the website, anonymously. Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly. Nostalghia, which is one of my favorite films, is currently streaming at Fandor.
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These are the signature shots of the film, and it would be fascinating to see what kind of movie could be assembled just of those eight epic long takes. Remarkably, about half of those shots make it to the three-minute mark.
By the one-minute mark, a third of all shots remain by two minutes, we are down to seventeen. Within the first forty seconds, half of the shots are over that’s a far longer average than in most movies, but in Tarkovsky’s world it feels like a mass slaughter of images. What if we were to see every shot in this film as a cinematic candle, flickering its existence away until it goes out? That sense of fragility, each shot at the brink of being extinguished, gives a special pathos to the film, one that echoes Tarkovsky’s vulnerable state when making this film. Here is where the film’s other cinematic metaphor, the candle, helps in further illuminating Tarkovsky’s cinema. He’s taken the film’s 123 shots, isolated them, and then arranged then in a single image that flickers as the candle slowly extinguishes. The recognition of the candle metaphor inspired Lee, who has created a beautiful video that exists as both formal commentary on the film and its own work of art. It will certainly be the finest shot I ever took-if you can do it, if you can endure to the end.” “If you can do that,” Tarkovsky challenged Yankovsky, “if it really happens and you carry the candle to the end–in one shot, straight, without cinematic conjuring tricks and cut-in editing-then maybe this act will be the true meaning of my life. The very essence of things, the spirit, the spirit of fire.” And so the act of carrying the candle across the stagnant pool was nothing less than the effort of an entire lifetime encapsulated in one gesture. “Remember the candles in Orthodox churches, how they flicker. But the struggle to keep the flame lit while poised between wind and water is obviously a metaphor for life itself, which is how actor Oleg Yankovsky described it in a quote included in the text for a fascinating video based on the scene by Kevin Lee over at Fandor.Īccording to Yankovsky, when he first met Tarkovsky to discuss the filming, the director asked the actor to help him fulfill a grand idea to “display an entire human life in one shot, without any editing, from beginning to end, from birth to the very moment of death.” Tarkovsky visualized life in the form of a candle. I always read the scene in Tarkovsky’s penultimate film as the poet’s final ritual, a symbolic act carrying its own final, life-or-death meaning. I’ve seen it over a dozen times, and Nostalghia‘s late, nine-minute shot of a homesick Russian poet carrying a candle across a pool in an Italian spa in tribute to his mad, suicided friend, still devastates.
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