Timeless, pristine, perfect.
Marker grapples with and prods at notions of collectivism, the totalitarian artist, and ideological commitment in the Soviet Union, with director Aleksandr Medvedkin as his lens. Fascinated (and fascinating) without being hagiographical, and capable of grasping the sweep of history while never losing sight of the subject. An astonishing document.
There's something here as far as an intriguing concept, but Byrkit and his cast unfortunately don't lift it beyond the appearance of a theatre company interpreting the works of Shane Carruth, attempting to jazz things up with tight shots and unearned jump scenes. The slow-burn execution means we get a lot of "what's that??" exclamations in the dialogue/improvisation before things actually start getting interesting two-thirds of the way in.