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In Reply to: One step beyond, or " Depuis QuŽOtar est parti...." posted by patricku on June 13, 2004 at 01:50:10:
I went to see it without knowing what it was, and naturaly, when you hear Georgia and Otar - you think of Iosseliani - great Georgian director... took little time to realize it wasn't his work.I loved the shots of decaying Tbilisi - one of the most beautiful cities of Earth, they say - they were painful and revealing, yet retaining the warmth of its people struggling to maintaing their humanity.
Wonderful film.
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Yes, the decay AND the humanity of the people there. Maybe we should forget all of our " toys " for a little more of this?
We gain materialism and somehow are loosing our soul. Somehow.
I don't think there must be a conflict between the soul and materialism - I know many cases when they coexist perfectly, the issue is the degree.And in the film itself, as you remember the girl stayed not for some political or other "high brow" reason, but most apparently because she was smitten by the Paris LIFE... The scene where she stands smiling under the rain looking at all those lights was important.
The problem is...To have no conflict between both you must first have one ( soul ) for the very weak the materialism represent the danger, and who is not at a given time?
But as you wrote it is a matter of degree.
The grand daughter was the future, the past Stalin and the lost in-between generation.
At the moment the French guy did give her his card, at this very moment her future was written.
Some part of this film rememeber me personally in a time of my youth when we ( my gang and I ) hang around in art gallery own by two sweet homosexual ( one is still alive and we have every year the pleasure to have him by our annual meeting, cher Pierre, he is now " married to a kind of erzatz mother...) there there was a " white "
Russian playing piano with his wife who he use to beat ( ! ) and they made some nice coocking..I never will forget the tomatoe salad they made....Even if his playing was forgetful, the force he put in in was not!
Blessed times.
White Russians... Interestingly, last night in the company of good friends, we got to hear some of the most incredibly personal stories. There was one about a 13 year olf boy escaping from Odessa before the revolution, by hiding in the belly of a ship. He settled in in Switzerland and got married, only to be later deported by the allies (one of the darkest, bloodiest spots on the Western allies reputation was the forcible deportation of the former Soviet citizens... mostly to their certain death) to the USSR. He was of course sent to the labor camp.His young wife, a Swiss lady, decided to find him... poor soul, she didn't know what she was dealing with. So she arrived to Odessa and started looking for him, in the totally hostile atmosphere... but she loved him and was determined to find her husband. She was apparently a talented lace maker.
She did find him, in one of the camps, and she waited for him to get out - he survived and they settled in Odessa. Our friends knew them personally. The couple bought a small lot, a hole in the ground really, and they built a beautiful little house there, its roof even with the roads around, and they created a garden there. They were subject of constant hatred from the locals - people would throw razor blades into their garden... but they loved each other and they were sweet people. He died in the seventies, I believe, and only then she went beck to her homeland.
You might recall the movie called East West, which deals with a story along those lines, albeing covered with the normal Hollywood trash, but we often don't realize there were millions of people who lived lives more interesting and deep than most movies.
Movies can only be what the people who crafte them are. Ergo if they can not recreate life as it may be, they are not capable, limited by they own knowledge and lack of sensibility.
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