The Cinema Of Andrei Tarkovsky

There was a time when visual suzerains held cinema-going audiences spellbound with their every frame a painting modus operandi, hiding beneath these visual orgasms philosophical undertones to be sought after and admired, and in case of savants, comprehended. When I first chanced upon this blogathon, the name that popped up in my mind instantly was that of Quentin Tarantino, a true master of fiery dialogue and the power it unleashes on the minds of the audience. However, if I forsake for this moment my preference for the verbal aspect of cinema than the visual, I cannot seem to think of any other name than that of Russian film-making’s prized gem christened Andrei Tarkovsky.

I belong to the 21st century. Consummated by fast-paced movies, this is a generation which seems to forgive and even adore directors who forsake art if they seem to provide ample entertainment. So obviously, when I was introduced to the cinema of the likes of Ingmar Bergman and Terrence Malick and Bela Tarr, the reaction was reminiscent of a drug addict’s to rehab. However, when the sepia-coloured screen faded in, I was completely mesmerized.

I am talking about my viewing experience of the 1979 classic of Tarkovsky’s titled Stalker. There are very movies which penetrate deep into one’s soul and create an atmosphere which forces one to introspect on the very foundation of one’s existence. Stalker was one of the very few gems that conjured that atmosphere for me. As the movie progressed deep within the Zone, towards the room where one’s innermost desires were satisfied, I experienced my own subconscious tracing its path towards my soul and exposing a facet of it. A facet so veracious in nature that I was taken aback by the years I spent pretending to be oblivious of its existence. When Stalker neared its end, I was left sobbing inconsolably. Maybe when we look so deep into ourselves, sadness seems to be the only emotion invoked. Even if I say Stalker changed me irrevocably, I believe it still would be a gross understatement to the emotional impact this masterpiece by Andrei Tarkovsky unleashes.

But I believe that you, dear reader, still have a pertinent question hanging on the back of your minds. Why Tarkovsky? Why chose him over Welles or Ford or Hitchcock or Kubrick? Your question holds a firm validity since none of his other movies have even come close to Stalker’s greatness. The Mirror seems to be an artistic mess (a description I believe Tarkovsky intended it to be characterized by). His Solaris is an imperfect masterpiece in my opinion, oscillating between Tarkovsky’s and Stainslaw’s (the writer of the novel on which the movie is based) vision, in the end delivering a work-in-progress feel when the screen fades.

Well, the answer to the aforementioned question is crystal clear when I think about it. All directors have a distinctively personal work, say Malick’s Tree Of Life or Fellini’s 8 ½. With Tarkovsky, it was always personal. He intended every movie of his to be a pathway for the viewer into his own being, various cinematic models reminiscent of the pathways John Cusack’s character finds in Being John Malkovich.

All of Tarkovsky’s works were meditative in their nature, with soothing visual imagery at every turn.  It was not an attempt to lure the intellectuals or instill in his movies metaphorical subplots. On the contrary, it was his daring attempt to make art accessible to every layman. An opportunity to analyze and meditate upon the events which had transpired before. Unlike all other intellectuals who have graced the cine industry, Tarkovsky actually wanted ‘everyone’ to understand.

When Characters Take A Backseat – Children of Men & Blade Runner

In my efforts to catch up with the science fiction genre which I used to find abominable till a year ago, I watched Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner and Alfonso Cuaron’s Children of Men today. And in those movies I found a binding link, a ‘Magnoliastic link’ as I prefer to call it on the basis of Paul Thomas Anderson’s masterpiece. Magnolia, as you may know if you have watched it, deals with tales weaved together by the workings of the fabrics of nature, or as we popularly refer it to – chance. It seems to be the case with Children of Men and Blade Runner, two movies in which the atmosphere takes ground gradually and the characters recede into the background.

The dystopian settings in Blade Runner and Children of Men are poles apart in nature. The world of Blade Runner is an orgasm to the eyes with its futuristic design. The movie is characterized by its hard-edged architecture and visual grandiose complemented by the neo-noir lighting scheme. The world of Blade Runner seems to be a consumerism-laden wasteland. It is a movie where one can keep the volume on mute and yet find oneself overwhelmed by the visceral visual experience.

The world of Children of Men is art design at its best. Alfonso Cuaron intended to give it a documentary feel, so the futuristic world of his is nothing more but the present world, except for its rusty and brunt nature. The settings seem to be a gradual yet horrifyingly certain extension of the present socio-economic conditions brought to its raw nature due to infertility, where the rich become richer but the poor do not become poorer. They perish.

The settings of Children of Men is futuristic, particularly evident from its automobile technology, however Cuaron blends effortlessly the post-modern world with the present. Take for example the cages in which refugees are held at railway stations. I can see that happening and that is where the true horror of the movie lies. That the current global politics has gradually receded to such banality and hatred that the world of Children of Men seems nothing but a distant reality.

But the most beautiful interwoven theme is that of hope and humanity surviving in the midst of all ruckuses. The scene in Children of Men where the baby is finally exposed to the world is one of the best I have ever seen. The reactions of the people, some bowing their heads with folded heads, soaking in the moment of witnessing the Messiah of all humanity restores some faith in me about the future. May movies like these hold the beacon of light in the midst of ignorance in dark times.


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