an unforgiving odyssey into the conscience. a brutal tale of absolute perseverance in the face of evil, it’s subsequent perversion, and eventually it’s harrowing consequence.
war as a desolate, snowy hellscape inhabited by glassy-eyed victims of humanity’s tendency to gravitate towards malignancy.
shepitko asks of us where and how faith plays it’s part within the dissonance. we may never know.
the anatomy of grief; multifaceted, confounding and cruel. try as you might to destroy the past, it’s as much a part of you as the present, and nothing can ever change that.
watched in stunning 4k on the big screen and i’m pretty sure i started levitating at one point.
unfathomably bleak. i truly believe stephen archibald gives an all-timer performance here.
lacking the superlatives to express the pleasure it was seeing this on 35mm in a sold out screening in the heart of london. here’s me thinking i knew this film inside out, only to discover even more about it, and more about myself, this time round. the ‘never cursed’ scene delivered by day-lewis may just be my favourite from any film.
