From Rachmaninoff to Andrei Rublev
From Rachmaninoff to Andrei Rublev
Follow us:WhatsappFacebookTwitterTelegram.cls-1{fill:#4d4d4d;}.cls-2{fill:#fff;}Google NewsThe horror! The horror! Inside the Heart of Darkness.

Move the spot. Place the chair. Now we are viewers.
The air settles down. We are the viewers... The screen is clear... Self immolation begins... We have settled down... We are the viewers and someone
is being watched. The scream... the shout... the hiss... the murmur... the
oh-my-god... It all settles down... No need
to fear, THE WRATH OF THE TYGER is here while the darkness grows... Kurtz shouts,
the horror, the horror! The reaction is universal: How did that happen? Why?
This is ridiculous? Is it ethical? Where have these guys come from? The
clock keeps ticking... 11:00 pm. The remote gets a gentle push and its movie
time. Another leaf is turned... 1.00 am: It is
bedtime. It is unbelievable. It cannot happen. I wouldn't
do it.
Next day: Oh my god... He can't even act and he owns an SUV. It must be
taken away from him. If only I had one. I would have taken her on a long
drive .
The leaf keeps turning. Let us listen to the rhapsody on that theme by
Paganini...
Do you know the film is a visual and cerebral journey: a thematically
adaptive interpretation of Rublev's life, a conduit into the bleak existence
of medieval... But then again it's a temporary escape... a temporary medium.
I can see the horror, the darkness but longevity is absent.
Can we have the lights please?
What remains... What emerges is an ominous and incongruent
coexistence of nature and frontiers, humanity and cruelty, right and wrong -
a reflection of the austere and unnatural landscape ... But are we in a
position to use words like unnatural, cruel, right/wrong???
His epitaph reads... It is time we take the step forward.
The thin red line between the viewer and viewed is out of focus. Who is what? Who is where? Is there anyone to decipher?
There are lines beyond... We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw...

Rhapsody on a theme by Paganini fades away...
first published:February 07, 2006, 08:24 ISTlast updated:February 07, 2006, 08:24 IST
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The horror! The horror! Inside the Heart of Darkness.

Move the spot. Place the chair. Now we are viewers.

The air settles down. We are the viewers... The screen is clear... Self immolation begins... We have settled down... We are the viewers and someone

is being watched. The scream... the shout... the hiss... the murmur... the

oh-my-god... It all settles down... No need

to fear, THE WRATH OF THE TYGER is here while the darkness grows... Kurtz shouts,

the horror, the horror! The reaction is universal: How did that happen? Why?

This is ridiculous? Is it ethical? Where have these guys come from? The

clock keeps ticking... 11:00 pm. The remote gets a gentle push and its movie

time. Another leaf is turned... 1.00 am: It is

bedtime. It is unbelievable. It cannot happen. I wouldn't

do it.

Next day: Oh my god... He can't even act and he owns an SUV. It must be

taken away from him. If only I had one. I would have taken her on a long

drive .

The leaf keeps turning. Let us listen to the rhapsody on that theme by

Paganini...

Do you know the film is a visual and cerebral journey: a thematically

adaptive interpretation of Rublev's life, a conduit into the bleak existence

of medieval... But then again it's a temporary escape... a temporary medium.

I can see the horror, the darkness but longevity is absent.

Can we have the lights please?

What remains... What emerges is an ominous and incongruent

coexistence of nature and frontiers, humanity and cruelty, right and wrong -

a reflection of the austere and unnatural landscape ... But are we in a

position to use words like unnatural, cruel, right/wrong???

His epitaph reads... It is time we take the step forward.

The thin red line between the viewer and viewed is out of focus. Who is what? Who is where? Is there anyone to decipher?

There are lines beyond... We are the hollow men

We are the stuffed men

Leaning together

Headpiece filled with straw...

Rhapsody on a theme by Paganini fades away...

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