2 March 2017 | Kirpianuscus
a horse, a child, a poppies field
a poem. about love and fear and need to escape from social pressure. a confession. and one of the most powerful films of Abuladze for remind the authority of tradition, for the portraits of each character, for the start scene, for the universe of each meet and for the waters of emotions. nothing surprising. landscapes and colors and words and a profound drama as definition of a state. an aesthetic experience. and discovery of a world who is so seductive in its cruelty and bizarre laws and rituals, faith or brutality than it seems be translation of present events. a village. and its people. from Caucasus or Balkans or Middle Orient. or, just from a form of past who defines us. because the story, so simple and touching and delicate and cold has the great virtue to be , in special way, part of our past.a horse, a child, a poppies field.the face of a young woman. the death/sin. and the words of an old man. and nothing else. as deep treats of a protective circle.