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Title: Parajanov - Ein Requiem A super-stylized, surreal biography of Armenian troubadour Sayat Nova, whose life is depicted through non-narrative amalgamations of poetic images. Wandering minstrel Ashik Kerib falls in love with a rich merchant's daughter, but is spurned by her father and forced to roam the world for a thousand and one nights - but not before he's Made in wartime and edited in candlelight, Mikhail Vartanov 's rarely-seen masterpiece tells about his friendship with the genius Sergei Parajanov who was imprisoned by KGB "at the peak of A timeless Carpathian story - the young Ivan falls in love with the daughter of his father's killer among the Hutsul people of Ukraine.
A film version of a well-known Georgian folk-tale. A young boy has to be immured into the walls of a fortress in order to stop it from crumbling to pieces. Young Oksana puts her newly born Denis in a baby box. Sixteen years later she steals him away from a children's home, intent on making amends for her maternal neglect, and to exploit him to earn money in a corrupt legal system.
A story of a woman who fights against the ruthless world of man's society, to protect her only son. A doctor from provincial town in Tsardom of Russia meets his former student in Ward 6, where the story takes place. Impressed by his rebellious spirit and clever remarks, he tends to spend After an incident in a bar, Laurentiu dies due to a serious head injury. The film accompanies him through his last living day and offers a glimpse into his last moments. Based on a real life story.
The Student can see things few others can, but he does not know the people who are not seen by others. Director Hummel who Dreams of fame take Diana from Madrid to Hollywood. She seems to be on the right path when a powerful agent notices her, but he only wants someone for a sham marriage with a secretly gay star. The documentary shows 30 minutes of inedited scenes about Armenian director Sergej Paradzanov's movie The Colour of Pomegranate. The film shows the unique world of artist Sergei Parajanov, whose brilliant images in films and collages aroused the suspicion of Soviet authorities.
I had seen Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors a film made in a Ukrainian dialect and which was about god and people in very un-Soviet ways. I had to watch it as part of a course on Russian history since it was deemed to be a good representation of what life was like "back then".
The film eventually got Paradjanov pitched into jail for among other things "surrealism". Thanks to people like John Updike he got out of prison and went back to making films. Strange films. His films after Shadows seem more works of art then straight narrative. Think something like Matthew Barney's Cremaster, but with no bs behind it, Paradjanov believed in what he was doing.
I just finished watching Requiem which is essentially a one hour interview with him in a hotel room during the Berlin film festival in I wanted to get a background on the man and his films and hoped that the movie would prepare me for the feature he directed that shares the disc. Having watched it I know a little more than I did before however I did gain a respect and an intense like for the man.
He is a genuine artist who wants to make his films his way. He does it for the art.
The clips from his films make we wary of his films post Shadows. They are formal and stylized and amateurishly made.
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There is a genuine passion, but considering this was a man struggling to get anything made its okay. The trouble is that the clips included seem almost randomly selected and there is no feeling as to why they were chosen or how they relate to what he's talking about. What he talks about is also a problem in that he just talks and bounces all over the place.
It is interesting but except for two very brief narrated bits running less than a minute or two there is no background, its simply Paradjanov being Paradjanov, which isn't bad, its just not great. One piece I read on Paradjanov said that there were six films made on him right after he died in , this being one of them.
The one that everyone seems to agree is the best one to see, and seemingly one of the great documentaries is one subtitled The Last Spring, or some such title. Unfortunately its not currently available anywhere I doubt that I will search out anything else he's done once I watch Pomegranates, the second film on the disc, but at least I will have come in contact with a genuine character and someone who's views and life will travel on somewhere in my psyche.
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Company Credits. Technical Specs. Plot Summary. Plot Keywords. If I walk straight back to Requiem and leave? Dinner gloves only a fraction of a shade whiter than his skin. Never seen a day of hard work in all his life, those hands. I finally find that cigarette and try to straighten it between my fingers.
He will complain, but after an hour and a little brandy, he will agree that we must make the test now, before the Category Tens close in. Something pulls at the corner of my mouth. I know the arrow has hit the mark when he curls his dinner glove into a fist, slowly and silently, at his side. To start walking before he has the chance to think of some viciousness to put me back where I belong.
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Before I have to suffer the consequences of pissing off someone whose fingernails are of more importance than I am. Behind me, one of his motley splutters.
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I close my eyes, my jaw, my fist around that cigarette. Close up every part of me and screw it tight. Wrap myself around the image of Christie falling slow into the clouds with both her arms still reaching upwards. Like I could save her. Like I ever could.
I keep walking and strike the last match I have. When the wind smothers that as well, I tear the damned cigarette in half and toss the smoking ember down into wet grass. That night it takes a whole bottle of whisky to put me to sleep. Brittle as a spun sugar ghost. But standing here in the hanger with the ghost of his crowning glory, my boots leave halos in the dust settled on the floor.
Standing in that hanger underneath the ghost of the future, it all seems inevitable. I take another swig from the bottle hanging like a pendulum in my hand and head back to Requiem and to my bunk. Whatever the future has in store for our kind, tomorrow we fly or we burn.
Requiem For A Bubble Head : Biff Grant: Fiction4All: Thrillers/Suspense
Somehow I still make it up before the dawn, cursing and rubbing my face as the first few sunbeams stab my eyes. The whole world all strange and curling at the edges. I light the soulfire lantern as soon as I get up and just resign myself to what the sickly green light does to the pounding in my head. Towering black clouds spilling like smoke out of the west and a sharp wind blowing in off of the sea—catching a thousand different red and brown and yellow leaves and scuttering them inland across the airfield. Before the sun is even high enough to be lost behind the cloud, the Wayward Star is turned towards the wind and rising.
She dives upwards like a whale, all smooth grace and silver beauty.
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I watch until she starts steering north towards the sea, then hurry to cast off our mooring ropes. I turn the furnace high, and we climb so quick that we pass the Wayward Star. Watch her fall away into the clouds below. Only when I find a more steady wind do I level off and bank us hard to starboard to get out of her way, leaning over the gunnel to watch her surface through the storm. The thick grey nimbostratus blisters and then breaks open, sliding over the mirror polish of her body.
Great Inventor, but she is beautiful. But old now. Growing old. Not quite all of what she once was. A hell of a lot. Great Inventor, let it be true! I hope with all my black and poisonous heart that his money and his friends all evaporate like spring mist and leave him with nothing. Shivering in the streets with calluses on his pretty little hands, begging for pennies from the fine ladies and gentlemen of the capital. Only when I do can I see the scale of what we were facing. From up here and this close to the ocean, the geiststorms are a roiling nightmare of charcoal-colored smoke spidered with green fire.
A storm layered on a storm, squatting over the space where the horizon should be. And every single mote of dust in it is one of the unchained. Driven so mad by their own deaths that only the animal part of them is left—gibbering and screaming and thrashing stupidly against the soulfires we light to hold them back. Scraping at the windows of the world. Somehow, I manage to claw my way inside the cabin and get my hands onto the radio.
There is a long pause filled with nothing but the hiss of static and the low keening of the wind. Wayward Star.