Nothing links the film together from scene to scene beyond a general self-centeredness; everyone is so concerned with their own life that they don't even think about anyone else. Much of this is quite hilarious--these people are quirky and funny and constantly doing unexpected things. With its sparse dialog the film is almost completely silent. There are some extremely astute and clever sequences: a surreal barbecue on an Italian beach, a St George and the Dragon painting recreated with a runaway crocodile, an illiterate man writing a love letter, Cossacks drinking vodka and singing rather too loudly, a man illicitly watching some nuns' bare legs. But as a whole the film is fairly absurd. The camera seems to wander at random, easily distracted by anything that might be passing by, neglecting the central story for long stretches. It feels so utterly random and unconnected that it nearly does your head in trying to find a common thread. Then the village's reaction when Vincent returns home makes us wonder if maybe that's the point.
dir-scr Otar Iosseliani|
with Jacques Bidou, Anne Kravz-Tarnavsky, Narda Blanchet, Radslav Kinski, Dato Tarielashvili, Adrien Pachod, Anna Lamour-Flori, Manu de Chauvigny, Arrigo Mozzo, Myriam Laidouni-Denis, Jérémy Rochigneux, Otar Iosseliani
release UK 6.Dec.02
Olde Worlde. Enzo (Iosseliani) paints himself into history...
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