I went to see a Russian movie called: Alexandra, by Alexander Sokourov.
It's about the republik of Tchethenia (not sure about the spelling) nowdays, in a Russian regiment camp.
Alexandra came to see her grandson, one of the best officers. She spent a few days and discovered another world. In this male's world, there is no women, no warmth, no comfort. The daily life is miserable, feelings don't exist.
Here, every day, every minute, questions about life and death are solved. Soldiers leave their camp to do their "job". Then, we see them coming back, exhausted. We can only imagine what has happened.
The film is moving. There is no violent scene, not a drop of blood. But I felt through their faces, their heavy silence how things are tragic.
It's about the republik of Tchethenia (not sure about the spelling) nowdays, in a Russian regiment camp.
Alexandra came to see her grandson, one of the best officers. She spent a few days and discovered another world. In this male's world, there is no women, no warmth, no comfort. The daily life is miserable, feelings don't exist.
Here, every day, every minute, questions about life and death are solved. Soldiers leave their camp to do their "job". Then, we see them coming back, exhausted. We can only imagine what has happened.
The film is moving. There is no violent scene, not a drop of blood. But I felt through their faces, their heavy silence how things are tragic.
