An Unfairly Forgotten Beautiful Film I watched this movie when I was young. I liked it then - the touching proximity of the heroine's experiences. I liked it now when I revisited it forty years later.
Reed in the wind is a beautiful, light, as is typical of Soviet cinema, a film about a village girl entering urban adulthood. Without preparation and time for reflection, life pushes the heroine towards fate, giving her the opportunity to answer for herself the main questions: who I am, why I am, whom I can trust.
The reed that bends and curves in gusts of wind remains in place, that is, remains itself. Of course it has roots. We feel the warm and attentive look of the filmmakers on the village. In passing sounds a piece of the story of a neighbor about how the Nazis burned down the houses of partisans in these places. No accents, a two-second episode, but we understand that roots are not just a family and a photo archive, roots are a homeland.
The film is about a bygone era. It is filmed as if in a premonition that she will leave: there is no gloss, no black, there is a desire to clearly fix the modern world to the author. This authenticity, inherent in art house, makes the film modern at any time. I think he’s one of those who doesn’t get old.
8 out of 10