Stalker

Tarkovsky’s "Stalker". I am not a fan of writing short descriptions, so there will not be one. Let’s move on to my feelings on this. I would like to remind you that this is my second Tarkovsky movie out of his eight feature ones, so I have already "met" this genius about a year ago, while watching "Mirror". Yes, now I understand that this movie should not have been the first to watch from Tarkovsky’s filmography, but, nevertheless, I enjoyed it. On November 14th, my journey with Andrei began. If to talk about "Mirror" in short, Tarkovsky decided to play with the image of time. It was hard to watch the movie, owing to the fact that the same actors were playing different people at different times. To fully understand this movie, you need to have the sixth sense organ – the organ to physically feel time. But now I am here to consider "Stalker’s" traits and its impact, particularly on me. During the first scene where the credits take place, we can hear the soundtrack. Its name is "Meditation" and it was written by a famous composer, Eduard Artemyev. There is a very deep feeling it evokes in me as well as meditation does. In my opinion, it has no other calling than to awaken this feeling. I cannot fully explain it, because there are no words in any language to do it right. Yearning? Maybe. Nostalgia? I guess. The characters are great. I adore that they do not have actual names. It gives some room for imagination and triggers the "exploring" mode. The Professor and the Writer come to the Zone to make their desires come to life. I consider these names very suitable. The professions represented require inspiration. For me, the Zone is either the representation of nature without people or the path to heaven/God. The dog is just the dog. I decided to not to focus on this symbol since Tarkovsky did not want to explain it himself in one of his interviews. The frame where the viewer is in the place of dead people in the car is just brilliant, by the way. I am not able to express in words everything I felt while watching "Stalker", but this is definitely what I craved for the past few days. Or weeks. Or months. I cannot say if I would have liked this film so much if it hadn't been a Tarkvosky film. He is a God of cinema for me. He has been and will be. He is so genial that he answered this question himself in "Stalker": But imagine some antique pot displayed in a museum. It was used at its time as a receptacle of food leftovers, but now it's an object of universal admiration for its laconic pattern and unique form. Everyone goes oh! and ah! And suddenly, it turns out that it's not antique at all, that some joker has palmed it off on the archeologists just for fun. Strange as it may seem, the admiration dies off. Those connoisseurs... I do not have any thoughts I desire to express in public, so have a big Tarkovsky’s fan’s hug for reading and see you next time I watch that beautiful movie as "Stalker".