The filmmakers fawn all over the dying Tarkovsky. Much of this is clips of his work shown while the narrator tells us what works of genius they are. I have seen most of Tarkovsky's films, and I think he's one of the dullest filmmakers ever to receive international acclaim. (A lot of people aren't going to like my saying that, but, like Joe Bob Briggs says, this isn't Communist Russia) That kinda kills whatever celebration or grief or whatever else Marker and his crew are trying to invoke, here