TrueJoshNight Truly Dreadful Film

VeteranLight I don't have all the words right now but this film is a work of art.

Bea Swanson This film is so real. It treats its characters with so much care and sensitivity.

Janis One of the most extraordinary films you will see this year. Take that as you want.

samuelhfrans There is something truly special about this film. Specifically, there is a singular aspect regarding the production that can be reasonably singled out as a particularly unique approach to film-making. This facet of the film may or may not already be known to you, the reader, either way I will address it after a brief summary of the film. The plot can be expressed in an inherently concise manner because it is exceptionally simple. The action unfolds from a first person perspective of an individual who is seemingly dreaming. Although, the film does not make it explicitly clear whether or not the man, who is the proxy for the audience, is dreaming; it certainly appears to be the case because the film can undoubtedly be described as being dream- like. The film progresses with our character moving through the Russian State Hermitage Museum in St. Petersberg. For a majority of the journey through the beautifully elaborate building, the character is guided by a french aristocrat from the 19th century, who is seemingly viewing the museum for the first him himself. Along the way, from room to room, the two encounter numerous historical Russian figures which are adorned in the elaborate clothing of their time period, as well as people from the modern era. Sometimes the people can see them, but more often than not they can't. It seems that time is jumbled up and squeezed together as the two walk through the building. One room will contain a historical diplomatic ceremony, and another will have people from the 21st century looking at historical artwork. This is essentially the whole plot of the film; however, it's execution is what makes the whole affair terribly interesting. The entire hour and thirty-nine minute film is a shot in a single take. In other words, the camera starts rolling at the beginning of the film and it doesn't cut until the end. It was likely a very easy job for the editor. The way in which the film is shot absolutely emphasizes the dream-like quality of it. The word hypnotic comes to mind when I try to describe the effect of the camera floating from one room to another. It's as though the viewer is having an out of body experience. You feel as though you are being pulled through a mirage of stretched out time/ memory. To further clarify, the film has a unique look because the image is uncompressed. It was honestly a little jarring at first as the image has a quality to it that makes it appear slightly warped. It is worth mentioning the absurd amount of preparation that must have been required to pull the film off. I believe I read that there was a team of around 4,500 people that helped with the production both in front and behind the camera. The amount of work put into the mise-en- scene must have been exhaustive. Once the camera is rolling, then all everybody has to do is perform perfectly without fault, or else you have to start from the beginning. It surpasses imagination the amount of coordination that was required to pull it off. That was my primary reason for viewing the film. Simply, the technical feat of it; however, I was not prepared to be utterly ensnared in the ballet of it all. I would recommend the film to anyone that wants to be mesmerized for a while.

Lee Eisenberg Aleksandr Sokurov's "Russkiy kovcheg" ("Russian Ark" in English) is not like anything that you've seen. Consisting of one continuous shot, it focuses on Russia's history from Peter the Great to the period right before the revolution. The grand ball towards the end is probably the most famous scene, but I found the most interesting scene to be the one where the Shah's representatives apologize for the death of Aleksandr Griboyedov. This glimpse into the czar's foreign relations - in this case those with Persia - are but a thread in the fabric of this mystifying piece of work.It's not a great movie. It seems overwrought at times, and it would've been interesting to see them continue up to the present (the only clue is something about the siege of Leningrad). But even so, this is an impressive movie. I recommend at least trying it.

MisterWhiplash There come times when I am seeing a film that announces and declares itself as a piece of magnificent, magnifonic, exceptional and daring work of art that I have to reckon with the objective vs the subjective perspectives: it's one thing to recognize how brilliantly a film is executed as opposed to how I felt about the content, or, in the old Ebert philosophy, not what it's about but how it's about it. Because objectively speaking, I'd find it hard to argue or hear a persuasive argument to the contrary that this is the highest orchestral arrangement of cinema that is possible.By that statement I mean that you can't watch this and not be impressed on some level - this is one of a small handful of feature films (which originated with Hitchcock's Rope and became Oscar fodder in the best possible way with Birdman) that are shot in one long, unbroken take, and because it was shot in digital format and not film the director and cinematographer, Alexander Sokurov and Tilman Büttner respectively, could arrange it so there were no cuts (unlike that pussy-footin' Birdman, psshaw, having seamless edits, the nerve!) And it's not simply in the cinematographic prowess, it's much in the way that a director of live TV has balls of steel: orchestrating and conducting everyone, like a symphony, to be on just the right marks at just the right beats - and this is a cast that features hundreds, if not over a thousand, people - and it goes through different lighting set-ups and costume changes and the lead actor Sergey Dreyden (kind of a Russian Peter Cushing with his black attire and hard cheeks and nose) has to carry it in large part emotionally speaking, or at least on some intellectual level.So for arranging everything and getting it to move together seamlessly it's a real *achievement*. But is it a great movie aside from that, or even a good one? In some part it is wonderful, in large parts, but (and I have to put the 'but' in there), it's hard to sometimes be completely engaged with material that is so experimental. For me I actually discovered not too long into the film I was locked in more with the audio side than even the visual side. Not that large parts of this aren't visually arresting - it can't not be at certain times if only because of the paintings on display (it's a lot like being on a class trip, so if you don't enjoy going to a museum, frankly you may not enjoy chunks of this picture very much) - but it's how the filmmakers uses audio, and remember this IS an audio-visual medium, that gives Russian Ark its fullest impact.What is the focus of the film for example? Is this a documentary? A dream? A schizophrenic time travel trip that's like if you took Tarkovsky and mixed him with Doctor Who (all in Russia, of course)? Well, let's look at the 'voice' behind the camera, the man who seems to be following our "Stranger" in black who wanders through the hallways and the rooms full of paintings and the corridors and then... finds himself in an opera, a giant ballroom with hundreds dancing in unison and soldiers marching and then Catherine the Great pops up. And all the while this voice that accompanies this man, is it a person there, or is it a ghost? I found it difficult to parse at times if there was a figure actually there - not just the main character but others who pop up from time to time - acknowledge 'his' presence. But is he or 'it' there? Maybe it doesn't matter in the way that the ambiguity adds to the mystery of it all. The whole experience, as the director's attempt to go for the Orson Welles quote to the max - "A film is never really good unless the camera is an eye in the head of a poet" - has the feeling of a dream-documentary, if that makes sense, like we're wandering around some Hyper-Intellectual who has doused himself in the kerosene of Russian art and history (or also European history, note the mentions of German artists and composers and others) and is wandering around the halls and ballrooms and devastation and joy of centuries of work. While it's not really *all* the history (not enough Kossack blood or Bolsheviks me thinks), it's an engaging look at many of the key portions of how iconography, both in style and in artistic expression, come to the foray.Or... something like that. It could all be an extravagant d***-waving measure, like "look at what *I* can do with my digital camera and a whole army of people to command!" - but then isn't that what most cinema is all about? There are stretches that, even at 99 minutes, start to drag, but this may also be a first-timer reaction. I'd like to revisit this in a few years or so, or perhaps sooner, and see how, not unlike if I saw a series of paintings as I traipsed around a museum, my reaction would change.

Nate J Sokurov's Russian Ark is a magnificent exhibition of pre-Soviet Russian high-culture, presented in a wandering and dreamlike single shot from a first-person point of view. The underlying plot is mysterious – two ghostlike figures, a 20th century Russian, and a 19th century European of Dickensian appearance – roam between rooms in the Winter palace, viewing and sometimes participating in a variety of historical events. Sokurov drifts between exhibit, theater, and reality as easily as between eras of Russian history. Actors sometimes portray actors and sometimes portray historical figures, and the aloof European companion treats the historical events the two men visit with the same academic reverence with which he treats museum exhibits. With hundreds of actors in magnificent period clothing, historical events reenacted, and stunning works of art and architecture admired and discussed, the film is a moving work of art that manages to appreciate and interpret itself. The strange European companion, who mocks and chastises Russia for its tyranny, its obstinacy, and its adoption of European culture, nonetheless revels in the aristocratic opulence of the Winter Palace and the grandeur of the historical events they attend, sometimes with religious awe, sometimes with childlike playfulness. The quiet Russian narrator is generally defensive, quietly prideful of Russia's past and persistence, but humble regarding its challenges. Always, the division between Russia and Europe is insisted, although the interchangeability of the two cultures pre-revolution is obvious. There is hidden in this film a thesis of some sort, that when Russia left the Tsar it also left Europe. In one scene, Stalinist-era museum curators worry about the state's neglect of the Winter Palace and Russian history, saying "It will be their doom if the tree falls, there will be nothing left." Sokurov seems to argue that despite the detached opulence of the past, the accomplishments of the Imperial era are of undeniable importance to the survival of Russian culture. The uncertainty of the Nation's future is an obvious concern; when the narrator is asked whether Russia is a republic in the post-Soviet era, he responds with "I don't know." In the final scene, the narrator leaves a magnificently extravagant Imperial ball, saying "Farewell, Europe," to his companion, and stepping out into a stormy and misty sea. Russian Ark is beautiful, illogical, sometimes creepy and sometimes playful, and can be viewed as both a historical exhibit and a commentary on the past and future of Russian culture.