Parajanov: You Cannot Confuse Him With Anyone Else

The impossibly perfect balance of colors. The uncanny sense of watching a moving canvas. Characters so pitifully simple minded that they achieve a kind of holy innocence. Sequences of images that, together, seem to form their own secret, parallel language. In other words, like a dream adapted for screen.

I just knew the same person who made Sayat Nova had to have made this as well, and sure enough he did.

Of course, it's a sad story. Is it that Ivan can't let go of the past, or is it that the past can't let go of him? Beautiful story, lovely film.




There, daddy, do I get a gold star?