I usually like my film to be a bit more kinetic than the slow ruminations that Tarkovsky is known for such as The Sacrifice, which, when I saw it in its initial New York release, bored me to distraction. I understood that it was his last film, made when he knew he was dying, but it was still a very difficult film to endure.
But Tarkovsky also made Andrei Rublev, for which I am very grateful.
These are most definitely photographs, but they have the same beauty as a Monet, Matisse, or Bonnard.



