A love triangle? No, serious movies. We met, the waves raced cheerfully,
And the sea gave us a white surf.
Forgetting everything in the world, we splashed like children,
And the blue sky swirled over us.
Day after day flew, blizzards came,
Snow-white blizzards surrounded our house.
We closed our eyes and swam away again.
To the blue-eyed sea, not covered with ice.
Behind the simplicity of the plot is a hidden metaphor. Behind the faces, the world re-emerging.
A quiet, measured life on a small island away from the bustle of the metropolis, who hasn’t dreamed of it? A cozy nest among pristine landscapes. The morning singing of birds awakens a new day. Wind noise, freshness of breath. Tears of rain, drops of goodness. Without the roar of car engines, without reports of political intimidation, without the crowd in the diversity of faces. You didn't want that? At least once, everyone thought about it. Some would argue that it comes with age. I don't think a twenty-year-old will like it. This way of life is much closer after 30 or even 35. Right? Right.
A young married couple spends their days in the architecture of alpine landscapes. A small cow farm provides a stable income. Grazing the “borrow” does not require much effort. Predators don't bother. All you have to do is collect milk in the evening. The climate is mild, not harsh. A resort? Almost. And in confirmation of this almost the program "Au Pair", where a girl from Eastern Europe finds comfort and shelter for healing. She's welcome. It is an easy and temporary contact with a foreigner. The magnanimity board is here. A paradise to be shared in generosity. A cloudless clear sky. Come and let us give you our joy.
So what is remarkable about this picture? Pauline and Alex found their abode? What modern man wants is embodied by these two? In labor, their days slowly flow? As they approach the fortieth anniversary, are they full of strength, excited about each other? In harmony, are they? Is that it? Yeah. It's all true. And at first glance, it may seem that the director does not provide the viewer with anything else. Ordinary secluded place in front of us. Reflections on the scene of the plot begin to be born completely involuntarily. From the inside, the author’s idea rises. The patriarchal order of antiquity comes into conflict with the present, modern world. And every shot, about that. And the painting of the entire action summed up under this interpretation.
The new man is a comet that almost invaded this galaxy. A stranger, a progresser. But what will he do? What will he do? Will the visit be harmless? Or will it have irreversible consequences? And the installed “research of thought” is a wind turbine (wind generator), a violation of the historical order. There is life before and life after. A time mechanism is triggered. It's starting to crumble. Gradually. Like a landslide eating up the foundations of the durability of the ramified constraints. Everything moves. A subconscious, belated understanding comes to Alex's mind. And now in despair he throws, I give you three days for correction, and then take her back. A local shaman is invited to the animals in a stall to answer, "Why?" And why? I got the answer. But the river of life has already changed its course. I can't get it back yesterday.
7 out of 10