Visitor of a Museum

My mind was blown by a five-ruble whore in a back alley of Moscow and now I have herpes. This film taught me that the world is an endless landfill, humans are mentally challenged inbreds with bad teeth, and Jesus is a schizoid who likes to scream a lot. And it only took a little more than two hours.

Weird poster. The movie is nothing like that!!

Like STALKER before it, and UGLY SWANS after it, this begins with a journey to a strange zone, and it is certainly aiming for a very high score on the Tarkovskiosity-cinematography-meter. The first two-thirds are intriguing enough, but the last forty-five minutes become increasingly hysterical in a rather incredible way, with tedium the unavoidable result. Seemed a reflection, perhaps, on the inevitability and fatality of ecological catastrophe, but with strong theologico-existential overtones.

Beautifully shot and very intriguing first half turns into a hysterical chaotic second half. It goes in all directions and slowly loses all consistency. It becomes impossible to interpret. My very speculative take is that intelligence was a mistake, hence praying like a devout and yelling at the sky like a madman are two very similar ways of expressing one's sufferings.

The aborted mutant fetus conceived by Stalker and Eraserhead. It's downright confounding but has some of the most beautiful cinematography I've ever seen. I wish more of the plot was explicitly expressed, or even just the world that it creates and not what this man's story is about. Much went over my head I'm sure, and I like to think that I understand Stalker, so that's saying something about Visitor of a Museum.

Terrific post-apocalyptic film. The gloomy, depressed mood went right up my alley, further enhanced by some stunningly broadly coloured cinematography, sometimes giving this a properly off-kilter look. There's a wealth of despair here as well, much of it delivered well by the aching performances from the two leads, whose disappointments with their faith are painfully felt. Fun!

"tanrım! benim, insan.."

The equations of this film to Stalker betrays a superficial understanding of both. They are no more similar than most films of the same genre. The film requires some understanding of religious sensibility and Christianity.

I liked the concept but it was really hard to pay attention to and follow.

This is very powerful and the first part is really comprehensible, actually. But after the dream sequences, I lost track at some point about where our visitor dude really is. Maybe, that was the point all along. The desperateness of "the degenerate" is soul-crushing, I don't know how to put it. It is a success on the part of Lopushansky, I guess. Wow, the poster sums all my emotions about the movie. I want to hang it on the wall in my room and at the same time it would scare the shit out of me.