This is what happens when your car breaks down on a Sunday morning and you have nothing else to do…
The life, times and afflictions of the fifteenth-century Russian iconographer.
"What is praised today is abused tomorrow.
They will forget you, me, everything."
I am utterly incapable of writing a review for this film, so I am not even going to try. It would be a disservice to the film, and to Tarkovsky. This is what I like to refer to as biblical cinema; I don't mean that the film itself is religious - at times it is, though I would argue its themes are more spiritual than religious... what I mean is that it is the type of film that you can revisit throughout your life - in times of need, in times of stress, in times of sorrow, you can come to a film like this one, and…
Seven episodes in the life of the titular medieval Russian icon painter, all of which add up to one of the most vivid and detailed cinematic depictions I've ever seen of the life of an artist. From naive optimism about human nature to an abject despair that leads him to swear off art-making for about 15 years, then finally a renewal of his passion with the help of a former monk and a young bellmaker (whose obsessive quest to finish a massive bell acts as a metaphor for the artistic process), Andrei Rublev—at least in Andrei Tarkovsky's interpretation of his life—remains consistently engaged with the world around him; in such a context, the moment where he pointedly wonders aloud if…
Thanks to the power and humanism of a gripping anti-war manifesto called Ivanovo Detstvo (1962) directed by Andrei Tarkovsky, his next epic project Andrey Rublyov had a considerable amount of high expectations from the Russian audience. Naturally, something that continues happening even nowadays, the film surpassed any possible human expectation, being the cinematic result a politically brutal and violent motion picture with a highly sexual tone. The most obvious consequence was the film being prohibited by the Russian government for approximately three years, complicating a wider worldwide distribution while being subject to several edited versions mostly removing every scene involving profanity, its greatly predominant Catholic influence and the noticeably violent torture and battle sequences. Decades had to pass so the…
People always say "You can do anything you set your mind to", but is that really accurate? Could I have pursued a multitude of professions when I was growing up and determining a path for my education? Certainly. Could I have worked harder, maintained a stronger focus on my goals and been at the top of my class? Sure. It is amazing what a person can achieve when they know what they have to do to get to where they want to be.
Yet I still don't truly believe the word "anything" belongs in that first quote. Some people can work night and day and become great, but it takes more than that to be a genius of a craft.…
Really not much I can say, Andrei Rublev is a film meant to be lived, not watched, let alone read or listened. Tarkovsky was way ahead of his time, even until now in the 21st century we are still barely catching up to his artistry. His omnipotent camera dances around with the grace of a veteran ballerina, capturing the beauty of chaotic harmony with ease using his trademark looong takes. The film is massive, both in terms of theme and length. To this day I still have yet to see a work by Tarkovsky in which his overwhelming ambition doesn't show on screen. In a way, with it's awe-inspiring portrayal of medieval Russia, Rublev is Tarkovsky's Copper Bell.
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There is nothing I can say or do to diminish the overwhelming power of Andrei Rublev. It feels as large and a multifaceted as the nation it takes place in, with long, calm, silent segments representing the steppes, brutal action sequences full of roaring hate and terror representing the biting tundra, and understated, question-raising dialogues about the nature of art and religion that represent the cultured views of Moscow and St. Petersburg. If not anything else, Andrei Rublev is, like the man's famous icons, an exquisitely crafted reflection of the artist/country that gave it form.
Unfortunately, the Criterion transfer of this (at least the one provided to me) is frankly awful. It's a shame,…
Ο Ταρκόφσκι καταφέρνει και γυρίζει με τα τεχνικά μέσα του 1966 τη βιογραφία του τεράστιου Ρώσου αγιογράφου Ρουμπλιέβ σε ένα υπερέπος 3μιση ωρών.
Οι λέξεις δεν είναι αρκετές.
I can't really comprehend how good this was. Simply awe inspiring.
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway
The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
but the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started laughing hysterically
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
horses, horses, horses, horses
coming in in all directions
white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses...
Jesus f-cking Christ.
I think there were at least five times in the film that I felt pure orgasmic bliss watching this on the big screen. The raid is one of the best shot things ever and everything following that is just perfection. I feared that the film would be lacking emotionally, boy I was wrong. Also, the film is three hours and it went by like a breeze what the actual hell.
Please bury me with this film.
This atheist's new favorite movie about religion, even if the gods are a brush and paints and both of the Andreis.
I gloss over my blu ray collection and move over to my small DVD collection. After about 30 seconds, I chose Once Upon a Time in the West; a film I love, but haven't seen in over a year. I place the film's disc into my DVD player and sit back and watch.
4 minutes go by and I think of another film in my collection, one I haven't seen: Andrei Rublev. I have owned this Criterion DVD since Christmas 2015, with the intentions of seeing it long before today. I sigh. I think. I realize that it's time to watch this. I hurry to my Criterion Collection and grab the DVD, place it into my DVD player, and watch.…
Tarkovsky is probably the most challenging filmmaker I’ve come in contact with. And this was one his most challenging works. It completely kicked my ass the first time I saw it. Though I was awestruck by the imagery (from the breathtaking balloon flight to the dream-like atmosphere of the pagan ritual) I couldn’t follow it. I’d lose the plot or I would forget what bearded artist I was watching (is that Kirill or Danil, and where’s Andrei?)
While not a strict biopic, it was a film I needed to study, I wanted to understand the historical backdrop, to know the people, the symbolism, etc - before I came back to it. Armed with this knowledge I was able to relax…
It is copout (one I have used many times) so say that I don't have the words to describe a film. But this this movie in particular makes for an extra challenge. At nearly 4 hours long, a black and white biopic about a Russian religions icon painter, that is meditative and sweeping is its scope, I think that copout is just. But I will try none the less.
At times this movie bored the pant off of me. Other times it moved me deeply. Not so much towards any one character, but because of the beauty captured in the image, or the way in which the image was captured.
I have to admit that I have tried watching this…
Watching Andrei Roublev is a bit like reading the bible.
At times, it's interesting. At other times, it's a goddamn slog. But at no point does it ever ever stop preaching. Watching this felt like getting a personal lecture by Tarkovsky - maybe that's an admirable feat, but after three and half hours, it's just tedious.
Tarkovsky strikes me as a director that is especially self-aware (as most good directors are). Unfortunately, he seems to lack the ability to apply nuance to that awareness. The result of that is a film that is sometimes raw in its depiction of the human condition, but all too often, it becomes consumed with making sure it's perceived as raw rather than actually being…
All the films from all the editions, including those subsequently removed, presently totalling 1177. An easy way of seeing how…