Snowy expanses. A dimensionless silence that drives you crazy. The wild world is a crystal frozen in its perfect beauty.
': I didn't get into my heart. . . '
And in the middle of this mythical nothing, two. Two living, conjoined and reunited with one intention. Intent to bring death.
' I'm ready '
The film is fascinating, hypnotizing. The film takes out of the world of familiar concepts in the space of pre-time, the space of myth. It is difficult to describe it in the usual terms, because all the husk of the cinema has nothing to do with it - before us is one of the pictures that should not be perceived with the mind. As the northern shamans would say, this film should be felt with your stomach.
As in any talented work, many factors came together here - a strong plot, an outstanding acting life in the frame (to call it a game, often the language does not turn), great music, a brilliantly sustained rhythm ... But, most importantly, the film has an inner strength, a kind of harsh primitive magic. The film, like ancient sagas, operates with pure archetypes. There is no need for special effects and model appearance. Thousands of extras and flying cameras are not required. A long look, a jerky word and loud silence will convey much more.
Polar silence is replaced by desert heat, forest thickets by Berlin slums, concrete catacombs by a steel labyrinth. The author, as if leading us through a suite of mirrors, repeatedly exposing the scenery different in shape, but identical symbolically. And if you take the right tone from the very beginning, immerse yourself in the verbose and harsh northern myth, you understand that the pictures on the backs do not matter. The inner fullness of the heroes is important - their strength, will, their readiness for sacrifice.
It is necessary to accept the rules of the game, enter this space, as a completely different perspective opens up - the film is not about a girl-killer. And not the vicissitudes of growing up. Not about friendship, not about the beautiful world ' there, behind the forest'. All this, of course, is also there, but the pathos of the tragedy is not in this.
I think it's about will. And music. It’s one of the movies that says more in silence than in words. What matters is not what was said in the frame, what is important is what was not said in the frame.
And it's a love movie. A daughter's love for her father and a father's love for her daughter. The love that creates and fills the world. That which is a part of the world so natural that it is not even perceived by its inhabitants. As long as there's no gunshot. But even a shot can’t stop the rock – it must be done.
': I didn't get into my heart. . . '
If Hannah is not in your heart...
Don't know. Did either of you close your eyes?