We live without feeling the country, our speeches are not heard in ten steps. O Mandelstam What keeps a man in this world? What enables him to continue to live? Living flowers, a list of positive qualities, compassion, friends? What gives a person the right to be?
Former soldier Jacob, returning from the war home, suffers from post-traumatic disorder, chronic insomnia and dreams of a revolution in the indifferent reality that surrounds him. But the dream of the mind only produces a monster in its own head.
The black and white picture allows, without being distracted by bright colors, to plunge headlong into the world of painfully twisted consciousness, like a knocked-down victim, reflexively covering his head with his hands, although it is no longer useful to defend and ask. Slow promotion of events can outrage part of the audience, accustomed to the rapid flashing of frames on the screen, but in this case, this approach creates the effect of human truthfulness, a visible sense of simultaneous presence in the box of pain, where the main character is tightly locked, agonizing in a closed labyrinth of his despair.
But what if there are dead flowers on the table in a vase, not a single item on the list of positive qualities, compassion is burned out by electricity under torture, and friends are an empty room with dull linoleum and bare walls?
It is sad, it is unacceptable.
But the world doesn't care.