Another is a writer, a surrogate for Tarkovsky's intellectual self who despairs about the possibility of words to communicate sense. One is a scientist, which is Tarkovsky's critique of a mechanistic worldview that reduces a tree to what biological facts it can explain. One way he does this is by splitting himself into characters. This is the border guarded by the irongated mechanisms of reason that has to be crossed before we can begin our guided meditation beyond logic. We first have to cross the iron border where censors (his illiterate Soviet patrons) prevent entry. The Zone as a Tarkovsky movie - full of desolate nature and a mysterious presence that bends logic. Each one is self-referential of course about the very process of stepping into the movie. Here he's the Stalker who takes us into the Zone, obvious enough. In Zerkalo, a filmmaker who recalled a whole life, receiving visions at the doorstep. In Rublev he was the artist looking to paint the face of god in a godless world that concealed it. He never does it in any obvious, Inception way, it's never actually the mind but we arrive at a place, a source of the imagining, where wind blows from and rings each thing into being.
This is Tarkovsky entering the mind once more. My next one might be in another 5 years time, but yesterday night the time felt right for this, one I've been heartily anticipating for years. I had come to rest with Zerkalo, because here was a man, one of few, very few in the cinema, who can permeate so deeply into the essential mystery of how things move, and he only made a handful of movies really so I must make them last, and take them in when the time feels right. It's been 5 years (already!) since I saw my last Tarkovsky.
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