As any Russian guy will tell you, men never, ever cry (it’s weak; it’s something women and little boys do). But let’s just say this Golden Lion-winning 2003 drama of an estranged father trying to reconnect with his teenage sons in the stunning northern-Russian wilderness had me pretty close to cracking.
Ivan and Andrey come home one day to find their nameless father has returned unannounced, after a 12-year absence. They only know it’s him because of one faded photograph they keep in the attic. And we nor they never learn where he has been – there are some hints he might have been in the military; others that it was a prison camp – it doesn’t really matter. What matters is he’s their dad, and he’s back. He’s also hard as nails, has machismo to burn, and clearly thinks his boys have been mollycoddled by their mum. So off they go on a character-forming fishing trip, which takes a predictably Russian tragic turn.
Related: 'He is alive in my head'
Continue reading...
0 comments:
Post a Comment