Octav

This is indeed a beautiful movie, an exercise to see a movie with your heart and soul. No eastern European trends, finally a movie to honor this part of the world known just for the bad stuff. A great image, great music, great actors! Sublime, that is the word. Well done for discovering these two children, for sure we will see them more.

You can have someone, during a Bruckner symphony, screaming inside "Oh my God, get me out of here!". Or, you can have another one exclaiming "what the hell is this" to a Mondrian painting. And, of course, you have the critics, who will tell you what to like and why. Octav is no different. Some will leave in the middle of the movie, some will tell you it was a drag, and probably the critics will say "meh, nothing new here, move along".

You should do what I did and see for yourself. And maybe you will hate it, or, like myself, will leave the movie theater filled with questions, feelings and an emotional conclusion. Yes, the one that you will not be able to articulate in words. And, after all, that conclusion is the only one I care about, every time I am watching a movie, read a novel or listen to a concert. It is all about that. What are you taking with you? What really matters to you? What will remain not after your life, but after your emotional journey? What are your memories made of?

After watching this movie, I couldn't even talk for a while. It felt like a powerful plow raked throughout the beaten ground of my own memories. Forgotten memories popped out, old feelings brought back to life, the smell of my grandfather's tobacco, the dust in the light of the attic in my childhood home, the river where I would go fishing with my father... Memories that I didn't even know I still have. How and why all of this happened, I don't know and it doesn't matter. But it was beautiful. And I will give it some time and I will go watch it again, maybe it will happen once more.

Play a piano in a barn and you will have a horrible result. Play the same piano in a concert hall and you will have a very different outcome. If you feel that you have the proper acoustic for this kind of movie, go watch it! You will resonate.

What a pity that big actors like Iures and Rebengiuc have accepted to play in this movie. The image is interesting, the actors are known to be very good, but the lines are so dull, that it s hard to watch it to the end.

Background: An estate in Romania where a wealthy family with a young son, Octav, lived until the late '40s when the USSR led communist government took over the property. Fast forward to nearly the present as that young boy now in his early '80s is essentially broke as he goes though appeals in the court system to regain the property. He comes back to sell this memory to pay off debts, and in the process meets the estate's caretaker that he knew as a boy. Importantly, memories in the form of flashbacks, especially of his father & also of a young girl, alternate w/the reality of the moment. Left unanswered (perhaps purposefully so as to not distract from the central story): Where he & others were in the intervening years. The house is full of antiquities, oddly in pristine condition, which could be sold to pay off his debts.

a beautiful film. like a box covered by silk paper. but this box seems be empty. the film has a lot of virtues. the cast is one of them. it has inspired music, seductive cinematography, a good name director. and one of stories who, at the first rumor, seems more than interesting. but something missing. or sound fake. or it is too well known from other films . "Wild Strawberries" is the best example. and only great virtue is a trip of viewer across his childhood memories. not bad but the feeling is than the director make this film in memory of his father. an admirable gesture. but this seems, maybe only for me, the only purpose. a form of reconciliation with the past. so, a return, a house, memories and the lost great past. and nothing more.