Russian Ark — Aleksandr Sokurov

Biblioklept’s recent blog on “Birdman” led me to his review of “Russian Ark,” which looks amazing, I mean AMAZING! I’ll probably blog my thoughts about the film, and maybe share some musings on caviar and vodka. “Будем здоровы!”

Biblioklept

Before I get into the details of Aleksandr Sokurov’s 2002 film Russian Ark, I implore you to stop reading my review and simply get a hold of the film and watch it. It’s a marvelous, rewarding, dreamy experience. That’s not a very convincing argument of course, but I think that the best way to see this gorgeous film is with no preconceptions, with as little information as possible–not because there are plot twists that a review might give away, but rather because the pleasure of Russian Ark is its narrative immediacy–and any review will seek to mediate that immediacy. So I’ve hemmed and hawed. If you need further convincing, read on.

It’s hard to know where to begin, so I’ll let Don DeLillo do it for me. In his latest novella, Point Omega, his filmmaker protagonist describes it as an ideal for the kind of truth he’d like…

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