My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for ? - Virginia Woolf PROLOGUE: Its me and I am in our old living room, sitting on the distinctive orange couch, in front of me a big glass window overlooking the garden, I slowly start sinking into the orange mass, intertwining with stings of white,orange and black, I become enveloped by the sensation of what I assume the feelings of a living room couch would be, i'm not the entire body of it, just a small part. CHAPTER 1 : (2005) Honda civic drives Traveling in the backseat of the car, looking at the moon following me down the street and in between the trees. Between the mumbling of my parents, on the radio - Train- Drops of Jupiter. Recollecting the lamented brown eyed girl, her prominent fringe, the dimples hidden on the...
STALKER . Director: Andrei Tarkovsky Genre : Drama Sci-fi Stars: Alisa Freyndlikh , Aleksandr Kaydanovskiy , Anatoliy Solonitsyn Two men are guided, by a "stalker" into an area know as "The Zone" in search of a room that grants you wishes. This film is mainly visually interesting but to me it lacks a sens of story. This film succeeds in visually drawing you in, but sadly to me the zone felt like one big garden the only obstacle being your own thoughts. Takovsky is indefinably one of the greatest, that being said I did not connect to the story of the film, I found myself being emotionally infested in only the images being shown on the screen,and the metaphors they hold. But not the characters. the film consist of shots being shown for a long duration of time, transporting you into a dream, once we are transported into the zone, we don't really remember...