For hardcore cinephiles, this is an event along the lines of The Belcourts once-in-a-blue-moon screening of Satantango a few years ago. Considered by many the greatest of Andrei Tarkovskys films, as well as the most difficult, his autobiographical 1974 drama proceeds without a plot through a dreamlike stream of childhood memories, glimpses of the directors mother, newsreel footage and his father Arsenys poetry. The movie is noted for its mystical images of conflagration and levitation, and Ive put off watching it on TV for years, holding out hope of seeing it on the big screen. The Belcourt screens it three days only; if nothing else, see it as a warm-up for Lars von Triers scandalous upcoming Antichrist, which is dedicated to the director. In Russian with subtitles.
Sat., Sept. 26; Sun., Sept. 27; Mon., Sept. 28, 2009