The Medea of our day? They say they can't risk it.
Because they have a house, there is light in the house.
I don’t know which one of us is right.
It's raining outside, they're having lunch at home.
Close the door behind me, I'm leaving.
Close the door behind me, I'm leaving.
The myth of the Golden Fleece came to life in the mind when viewing the picture. Medea, the princess of Colchis helped the Argonaut Jason, being in love with the hero. With him, she fled her father's wrath to Greece. He became a faithful wife and had two children. Devoted to her lover, she personally killed the offspring. . .
Driven by an impulse of instant insight? When do you suddenly realize the futility and sadness of your existence? One, and the step is done. One, and the usual pattern is broken. One, and the chain must-have, broken. You broke out of a confined space. Running around, not for you anymore. Predictability, reasonableness, optimality in choosing a path somewhere from the side. You walk in the wind, you go against the wind. With lashes in the face. And you enjoy it. And you swing your hands with the wings of flight. I'm floating. I'm blessed. I'm for myself. For yourself! Yeah. Yes!
Nothing and no one else interferes. It doesn't interfere with you. Nothing and no one else whines, complains, does not bother. Mentoring with moralizing abyss of their own complexes does not burden. Nobody! No one you knew. Who I know. Who you talked to. With whom the roof was connected. Yeah, even them. You're without them. They're without you. Is that possible? Is this really happening to me? Now? Freedom. Total freedom.
What? Is it that good? What? Is that so fascinating? What? Is that possible? All questions hanging with scraps of endings without answers. How come? Because of what? Why? After all, is anyone capable of giving an answer? Is logic appropriate? Yes, logic. She needs to be called in for help. Otherwise you boil, not understanding anything at all.
What do you have to go through to jump like this? Should the soul be weeping, suffering? Do you feel like you're going to zero? Do you want to grow into a monster with teeth? The roars that read the county from the inside? If I don't run, I'll kill someone. If I stay here for a moment, I'll be in trouble. And yet... How spontaneous can the decision be? How is that even possible? A new round of all these - why, and how, and what if ... and so on emerge from the subconscious.
From the first shot, the director immerses us in the world of a middle-aged woman. Loneliness permeates her gaze. And scenes in museums, in trams about it. Like an autumn leaf drives the wind wrapped in a coat figure. Rapidity in changing the place of stay spirals of novelty - a random traveler, a shelter for the night, another country. Joy? Outbreak from contact with a man. But just for a moment. Only to the point of being surprised. As soon as he crossed the line, the thread broke. And names one by one in a row. Christina? Yeah. Susannah? Yeah. So who is it? Why? Why?
A parallel storyline, gaining momentum - a man in search of a wife. With two school-age children in their arms. So it's from them... So it's them ...
So does this tape have a clue? Is it possible to be sure of the end of the viewing, that I could understand the motive of such a radical step? I guess so. But is the author convincing in this case? Is the proposed material convincing to the viewer? Did he give us everything? Did you tell me everything? Or maybe you did, and that's enough? Maybe.
Gender roles? Spousal accent shift? Behavior in changing the course of the usual flow? I think so.
Sacrifice is essential, necessary? With reluctance to listen more and hear suddenly understood, finally drunk man? Like that. Maybe it is the Medea of our day?
It’s both fun and enjoyable to see the drama. So is freedom here? I guess. But at the same time, "i." . I can't go left, I can't go right, I can only dream. ..'
And if you suddenly get bored of your gentle light,
You will find a place for us, there will be enough rain for everyone.
Look at the clock, look at the portrait on the wall.
Listen: Out there, you will hear our laughter.
Close the door behind me, I'm leaving.
Close the door behind me, I'm leaving.
7 out of 10