Watching films like Landscape in the Mist is the main reason why I love this site so much. I don't remember the exact circumstances that led to my viewing of this film, but I know that without Letterboxd I never in a quadrillion years would of ever discovered that this film, or any similar to it (such as Tarkovsky's films), even existed. It's truly a beautiful thing.

I'm currently exploring any films I may have missed from the year 1988 so I ask this question. Was every film made in this year a damn masterpiece? For the love of God.

Seriously, it is like every night this week I'm getting my brain, heart or face melted.

As far as this film goes , how could something this depressing be made to be so beautiful? I'll do a longer write-up on this some other time because 1988 is wearing me the fuck out emotionally.

Anyone reading this born in '88 Congratulations you are probably awesome.

Who am I? I'm a snail slithering away into nothingness... I don't know where I'm going. Once I thought I knew.

Enjoyable but just not quite right. Had all the right parts but the whole didn't apart to that much. Thought the circus could've been developed a little bit more.

Horrible scene with the truck driver. Liked how the film didn't shy away from this.

Quitando las partes en la que por medio de soliloquios se expresa una mentalidad adulterizada de los niños, contrapuesto a un comportamiento inseguro y naif propio de los mismos, la peli esta muy bien.

Magisterial direction by the magician of world cinema, a movie that purifies your soul, that's exactly what Landscape in The Mist is. From a never ending journey of Voula and Alexandre in search of their nonexistent father in Germany to the meticulous depiction of darkest and filthiest corners in a hostile environment of a fading society where innocence is raped, this is a symphony of life in the form of cinema. Angelopoulos has masterfully fused the harsh reality, the illusions of childhood and utterly poetic moments that never fails to pack a punch. Along with the strong narrative, the soul stirring score and a handful of perfectly placed symbolism adds certain cinematic beauty that's hard to explain. The trilogy of Silence ends with a heartbreaking tale of social silence.

" In the beginning there was the dark, and the light was divided from the darkness".

" في البدء كان الظلام"
هل النور يأتي فعلا؟ هل يكون لدينا الإيمان أن نراه اساسا بعد هذا الكم من الظلام؟ هل يكون الموجود في نهاية الطريق ضباب آخر ولكن الاستسلام يوحي بالوصول؟ من الممكن أنه النور؟
كيف يكون الأثر الذي يترك لهذه البراءة والحب والإيمان بتكملة الجزء المفقود ان تكون هذه الجروح المتتالية التي لا تندمل كيف يكون لتكملة المفقود هو فقد جزء من الروح
صغيرتي الوحيدة، هذا ما تفعله المرة الأولى"
المرة التي يدق فيها قلبك حتى تظنين انه سينكسر
"هذا ما تفعله المرة الأولى
استطيع ان اقول أنه من أعظم ما رأيت ولا يمكنني نسيان التجربة السوداوية والرائعة، لا يمكن تحديد تلك التحفة الفنية في سطور

a sad masterpiece

words rendered totally impotent. i have nothing

Two children journey the long road to Germany to find the man they believe to be their father.

At times a heartbreaking coming of age/road trip story, which if it was 90/100 minutes could have been a 4*+ film. Everytime I was engrossed, there would come a period of 10 minutes where the film would grind to a halt for no reason.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

not with a bang
but a whimper