When Felix says he was somewhere on holidays with his parents he means that they actually were spending time together.
When his classmates say they were somewhere with their parents they mean the servants were spending time with them meanwhile parents were minding their own business.
This leads to some misunderstanding when they are comparing expirences.
Sacrifices of Andrei Tarkovsky: There's Cinema & There's the Cinema of Tarkovsky
Andrei Tarkovsky, a genius in life, a myth after his death. A great director who created his own world in cinema, totally understandable and yet much misunderstood. With time, Tarkovsky is becoming more and more of a legend, but behind words like “genius” or “classic” the soul of the artist tends to get lost. The soul which is alive in his movies.
Only seven feature films–Ivan’s Childhood, Andrei Rublev, Solaris, Mirror, Stalker, Nostalghia, and The Sacrifice–embody the cinematic vision of Andrei Tarkovsky, and yet, the weight of each is profound and exemplify a vast awareness for the art of cinema on both transcendental and technical levels to filmmaking. The beauty of Tarkovsky’s flowing images relies on the finesse of his direction and the charged significance brought about by his directorial choices, a significance that can only be experienced by the spectator. That is perhaps the key element that makes Tarkovsky a “genius” or “classic,” that his films gain their true worth through the audience’s experience of them–engaging the viewer through the visual and aural language of cinema builds the foundation of his films. The director offers the viewer not a story but a world, and one can only “understand” a Tarkovsky film by living it.
Many of the best filmmakers choose to drive their films not through extravagant direction but instead through very specific and unique choices that reduce cinema to its essential poetry. Stylistic filmmaking takes root in personality. This idea is echoed in Sacrifices of Andrei Tarkovsky, an essential one hour documentary on the life and art of the filmmaker, when we hear that “all his films together form one single film, the same aesthetic, same characters who talk about conscience” and that “he devised his own language.” As a filmmaker, Tarkovsky was aware that in art it is all in the details. His admiration for Robert Bresson must have been fueled by the fact that the two shared a similar philosophy to filmmaking: Bresson’s declaration that cinema is the art of having each thing in its place could have also been spoken by Tarkovsky himself.
Journey through the life and films of a master filmmaker with Sacrifices of Andrei Tarkovsky. Friends and collaborators like screenwriter Tonino Guerra and actor Oleg Yankovsky give personal accounts of the film director while we also explore the locations of Stalker, Nostalghia, and The Sacrifice, witness how Tarkovsky worked with his actors and crew, learn that Solaris was his response to Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey, become aware that Tarkovsky rooted his personal life into his films like with Mirror, and so much more.
Tarkovsky’s short life was full of dramatic events, constant family problems, misunderstandings, and non-acceptance of his art, exile towards the end of his life. Tarkovsky sacrificed everything for art.
tattoo artist!luke letting his hands wander a little more than necessary while he tattooed you. the two of you were merely acquaintances - introduced through calum a few years ago but never really exchanged numbers, only interacting when you run into each other at parties - but you’d always known you wanted luke to tattoo almost as much as he wanted to tattoo you. he’d work on many of your friends and you’d spent nights out with him by the pool. drinking your beers as he talked about which tattoos he’d designed, so you were more than aware of his level of skill and you were ecstatic when he immediately agreed to do your tattoo, fitting you in as quickly as possible. the process wasn’t as uncomfortable as you thought it’d be, your shirt pushed up just below your breasts so he could easily reach your skin, and he kept the conversation going smoothly, distracting you from the pain. but luke couldn’t help but let his fingers slid along your skin softly, feeling the curve of your waist. he splayed his fingers out as he held your skin in place, hyperaware of the way goosebumps that appeared on your skin. he was sure it was only because he kept it cold in his shop but, damn, it caused his mind to wander. he wished the rubber gloves were gone and he was able to feel your skin against his fingertips. he wanted to believe that it was his touch that was causing your body to react that way but he knew better. he fell into his reputation of sleeping with a ton of girls and he felt that you deserved better. as much as he wanted to believe that he’d be able to be with you, he knew he’d fuck up. he always does. besides his art, he ruined everything else in his life and he refused to add you to the list. so instead he wanted to make it the best tattoo experience, hoping that you’d at least come back to him next time you wanted a tattoo.
Justin knocked over his easel, satisfied with the loud bang as it hit the floor. His life was fucked. His art career was fucked. Everything was over. One bat to the head had ruined everything for him. He turned to look at the person standing in the doorway watching him.