Mini-Review: Is the film about artists - about their want for someone to connect to (the images of the muse and the lover serve as some of the most striking)? Their struggle for inspiration? Their innner thoughts? No matter what it all means it was all incredibly beautiful. Its lack of focus on plot and reusing of Sofiko Chiaureli in multiple major roles make it all feel like a dream and make me think that, considering Tarkovsky admired Parajanov so, surely this was a huge influence on Tarkovsky's Mirror.

Mini-Review: The hypnotic power of Apocalypse Now. It lingers, intense, bright and bold. Striking in its every detail. Its every movement signaling another step deeper in to the heart of darkness. Perhaps the film is confused in its last act at moments, perhaps, but in this confusion it only furthers its maddening hum. The beat of the chopper blades circling around the room. The drug addled strumming of The Doors. It is beautiful, and horrific, and hair raising, and captivating.