Solaris

A sweaty space doctor romances the visage of an old flame projected by a mind-reading alien - this well-worn Star Trek episode becomes haunting and laborious in Tarkovsky's hands, a troubled procession of regret encapsulated in a dirge of a freeway drive. No matter how far you travel you cannot get away from the ex-wife am I right fellas? Hi-five, up top! God I'm gonna die alone

Major disappointment. Tarkovsky's visual mastery is rarely on display, and the science fiction elements are handled with such disdain that it borders on redundancy. More philosophical than the American remake, but endlessly less appealling, partly because Tarkovsky tries to arsty up a novel, he has himself simplified into a love story. Primarily though, it's the 'anti-pacing' that brings it down. There's a problem when a 15 minute ride on a Russian freeway isn't the most boring part of a film.

Inexcusably slow, needlessly vague, and, for a movie ostensibly about feelings, curiously emotionless. The runtime could have been cut in half with no loss to the story. Not nearly the unqualified masterpiece I was led to expect.

There's no doubt it's slooooooooowwww, and unfortunately it often looks less than impressive, but I found myself getting more and more absorbed by it, and it got more and more effective as it went on. My thoughts were provoked. Like Stalker, this'll need another look.

A film with 2 1/2 hours of stunning establishing shots that would all make wonderful dynamic wallpapers for my smartphone, tablet, or PlayStation 4. Tarkovsky has unwittingly provided humanity with the secret to immortality, as a single 2 1/2 hour viewing felt like it took approximately a thousand lifetimes.