White Nights

“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you so well that I couldn’t have known you better if we’d been friends for twenty years. You won’t fail me, will you? Only two minutes, and you’ve made me happy forever. Yes, happy. Who knows, perhaps you’ve reconciled me with myself, resolved all my doubts.” excellent representation of the novel written on paper, truly of great value. Sure, I had a huge cultural exchange watching it in Russian, with English subtitles, being Italian, but this led me to pay more attention and grasp the true poetry of this film. It's not a love story, it's not about love, but about the illusion of love. If you are in love with a love that is reciprocated, you will understand Nastenka. If your love is one-sided, it is nonexistent, and you will understand the dreamer. The figure of the dreamer is the most interesting, precisely because he is unknown, there is no real presentation, not even a name, but despite this, we are all the dreamer, ALL OF US.