The Long Farewell

It's just Muratova's fourth film that i saw,but that's quite enough to realize that we deal with one of the most talented and unconventional directors in modern avant-garde.I can't help being surprised with Muratova's capability of turning a banal and ordinary situation into inadequate story.Chilling optimism of Muratova,sometimes brutal,might bring over-sensitive viewer to the condition of psychological anabios, in rare cases to soul suicide.To watch her movies voluntarily is a pure masochism.Director's gloomy look at everything that breathes and moves is emphasized with successfully fitted depressive-monotonic soundtrack executed by classic piano,which in turn knocks out of you last drops of hope and petty-bourgeois happiness. To drink,to sleep,to defecate,to propagate and to grow children-all of them are mechanical activities,instinctive functions of human being. Nevertheless there's something spiritual separating Homo-Sapiens from animals which doesn't exist in Muratova's protagonists.Such phenomenons as healthy feelings are deleted.I'd definite "Dolls-Brats playing human beings". She rips everyone,leaving only body and mechanisms which he's filled in with.Trust me,to experience that is not the most pleasant feeling.But Muratova forces you to feel it,and probably it's objective proof of her uniqueness.