Andrei Rublev

Tarkovsky’s cryptic dreamlike mediation (that I’m used to) is replaced with a viscerally violent landscape. It’s a film about maintaining deep religious convictions against a world constantly stripped barren by empty political struggles. One of the most mature depictions of this era without losing the epic scale of the events Deeply meditative and philosophical, yet the scene where Boris waits for the bell to ring scared the shit out of me.