To justify the meaninglessness of life Artur Muradyan’s short film “Man on the Shore”.
It’s a sad story, and the most interesting is illogical. For some time after watching, honestly, I couldn’t get my thoughts together. So what is this, incomprehensible story?
And then I thought, after all, life, our life, is just as illogical and in its manifestations incomprehensible.
The heroes of the film, grandson and grandfather, both lost the closest person. Grandfather daughter, grandson mother. Both are deeply affected by what happened. What's next? ...
Then the dead end. For with the death of a loved one, the meaning of life was lost. My grandfather has a grandson and my grandson has a grandfather. It's not that simple.
I don’t know where the young guy came from, I mean the director of the film, he’s a screenwriter, the idea of this film. Maybe there were some personal motives, but the meaninglessness of life without people close to us is indisputable.
And yet there are unshakable rules in our lives. We forget the main thing. In everything that happens in the world, including with us, has its own deep, /perhaps unknown to us / meaning. Otherwise, why everything that happened to us before? There was a time in our lives when we were happy. No reason, no reason. We just didn't always understand it or take it for granted.
But everything passes, that is the main rule of our world. Everything passes and only the River Styx rolls its waters with enviable constancy.
The man is just standing on the shore and patiently waiting for his turn.