Kai White’s review published on Letterboxd:
Nostalghia is the rarest of the rare, a completely compelling movie while also transcendent of the very art form it is encapsulated in.
Are memories truth? Are they absolute truth? Do emotions, past and present, change them? What of shared experiences? What do our memories say about us if they are the truth? What do our memories say about us if they aren't the truth?
"That's why I can't be just one person. I can feel, myself, countless things at once." - Domenico
Before today, I had not yet been able to latch on to a Tarkovsky film. This, however, is one of the greatest works of cinema I have ever seen. This reminds me of the day I finally understood calculus. My eyes have been opened.