For hardcore cinephiles, this is an event along the lines of The Belcourt’s once-in-a-blue-moon screening of Satantango a few years ago. Considered by many the greatest of Andrei Tarkovsky’s 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 director’s mother, newsreel footage and his father Arseny’s poetry. The movie is noted for its mystical images of conflagration and levitation, and I’ve 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 Trier’s scandalous upcoming Antichrist, which is dedicated to the director. In Russian with subtitles.
Sat., Sept. 26; Sun., Sept. 27; Mon., Sept. 28, 2009
