“I have always been interested in a person’s inner world. I am interested in man, for he contains a universe within himself; and in order to find expression for the idea, for the meaning of human life, there is no need to spread behind it, as it were, a canvas crowded with happenings. I wanted Nostalgia to be free of anything irrelevant or incidental that would stand in the way of my principal objective: the portrayal of someone in a state of profound alienation from the world and himself, unable to find a balance between reality and the harmony for which he longs, in a state of nostalgia provoked not only by his remoteness from home but also by a global yearning for the wholeness of existence. I wanted to pursue the theme of the “weak” man who is no fighter in terms of his outward attributes but whom I none the less see as a victor in this life.”
The Very Same Munchausen (Тот самый Мюнхгаузен) (1979)
One of the best soviet movies. One of my favorites. Smart, full of life, touching and very very sad. Not depressing though but life-asserting. And I always want to cry in the end. Always. But we must smile, gentlemen, smile.