Le dernier voyage de Tanya

Having set myself the goal of watching all the fairly good films released in Russia in 2011, I started with this movie.

The film turned out to be very languid, calm. Although the film is modern, and the plot takes place in our time, it is devoid of all the fuss, that overabundance of electronics that now reign in megacities. A provincial town, calm people, who never seemed to show bright emotions, who still retained some part of their culture ... This causes respect.

Some may feel that the scenes are drawn out. Yes, indeed, a change of plans takes a very long time. But it seemed to me a great merit of the film - so you could see every centimeter of the space being filmed. Immerse yourself completely in the plot of the film.

I immediately understood how the film would end, because the plot is quite simple and a little banal, they say, they are going to bury the godwit, which means they will bury it at the end of the film. But even after that, the interest of the film did not fade away. The film was watched in one breath, as if it lasted only a few minutes ..

Simple, unobtrusive, nothing special. Just a good movie.

10 out of 10.

This was a fairly interesting movie.

Just to correct errors in two of the previous reviews above: this is not a Scandinavian movie, but Russian. It is not located in remote Northern Scandinavia, either, but in central Russia, and thus actually quite far from Scandinavia. Although the movie tells about traditions of a people ethnically related to Finns, there is really nothing in the movie that would resemble anything in Scandinavia. These Meryan people merged with Slavs about a thousand years ago, and their own language disappeared in the 16th century. Apparently some of their ancient customs still live, if this movie is to be believed.

.... Because it is terribly boring! It seems that when movies made by non Anglophone directors deal with traditions, death and other supposedly « deep » subjects, critics are always over enthusiastic.

There is barely any dialogue, people are neither beautiful nor thin, there is no real plot to speak of, nothing happens : oh well it must be a wonderful experience of the senses, almost mystical, transcendental.

You have to be a poet, an intellectual or an artist with a love for emptiness and a lot of time to waste in order to enjoy watching such a film.

I can hardly understand why some critics have written that it was sensual and erotic. Hearing a man say his wife's « three holes » worked perfectly and that they only had sex when he initiated it did not make me feel the slightest bit aroused.

To each his own I guess but I would appreciate it if the media were a bit more honest when it comes to « foreign » films and that is why I decided to review this very dull Russian film and tell it like it is.

Started as typical Iranian movie, then forget to gain the momentum and after express straying finished as typical Scandinavian movie. It seems like an attempt to create the film about instinct tribe in the instinct or spoofed film-making tradition. But I think I can explain it's festival popularity. Since those talks about sex are still considered as ambiguous and vulgar, "Sex in the city" have no perspective as festival movie, but when you have filmed the tribe that have such age-old tradition, and this tradition is also packed into sacramental funeral ritual, you get an highest level indulgence and also you can redistribute this indulgence between all those highbrowed festival critics. I want that the story would be continued and the Russian "central region" get such get deep developed mythology. More better then hobbit village in the NZ.

Clocking in at a very economical 78 minutes Aleksey Fedorchenko's "Silent Souls" is a remarkable and remarkably beautiful Russian film dealing with both grief and identity but in a manner that is both uplifting and almost surrealistically comic. It is the kind of film that Abbas Kiarostami might make or, in a much broader fashion, the Coens. The plot is both simple and minimalist. A man's wife has died and he wishes to take her body to be buried in the spot where they had spent their honeymoon, and in the custom of their race, but he does not want to involve the authorities so he enlists the help of a colleague, Aist, the film's narrator and its central character and it becomes a road movie unlike any other. Almost nothing happens and yet there is a great feeling that in the midst of death life goes on and that people continue to struggle for happiness at all costs. It's a melancholy subject but it isn't treated in a melancholy way. Little is actually said; these are indeed silent souls and what little story there is unfolds in almost totally visual terms and the cinematography of Mikhail Krichman is superb. An outstanding film that certainly doesn't deserve to get away.