Fried My Little Brains

I am currently getting really into Tarkovsky thanks to my dear friend Dani. 

I am a bit enamored by his collection of polaroids. They are breathtaking and have a certain romanticism about them. The first polaroid reminds me a bit of a painting. 

I am patiently awaiting Ivan’s Childhood in the mail from Blockbuster Online. The screencaps and movie description seem promising. 

description from the back of criterion dvd:

“The debut feature from the great Andrei Tarkovsky, Ivan’s Childhood is an evocative, poetic journey through the shadows and shards of one boy’s war-torn youth. Moving back and forth between the traumatic realities of WWII and the serene moments of family life before the conflict began, Tarkovsky’s film remains one of the most jarring and unforgettable depictions of the impact of violence on children in wartime.”

tarkovsky said of ivan’s childhood:

“generally people’s memories are coloured by poetry. the most beautiful memories are those of childhood. of course memory has to be worked upon before it can become the basis of an artistic reconstruction of the past; and here it is important not to lose the particular emotional atmosphere without which a memory evoked in every detail merely gives rise to a bitter feeling of disappointment. there’s an enormous difference, after all, between the way you remember the house in which you were born and which you haven’t seen for years, and the actual sight of the house after a prolonged absence. usually the poetry of the memory is destroyed by confrontation with its origin”