Mirror

This needs multiple watches. Third time watching as I fall asleep, transcendental. One of my favourite shots of all time is in this film, during the sequence of the hot air balloons. A film like this can't be summarised, or understood by anyone apart from Tarkovsky himself, however watching it is like listening to a poem that holds all the secrets of the universe hidden somewhere. Strangely I assosciate this film with 'In The Aeroplane over the Sea' by Neutral Milk Hotel. Both the album and this film feel like opening up one of those 3d pop up picture books which a kid would sit on the carpet and stare at for hours on end. "Stop quoting Dostoevsky and explain yourself"