Maybe the most pure kind. Low budget, poetic in a personal way, part of a tendency for the abstract, the vagueness of acts, the wandering of the camera into the world, not really without a plot. In the manner of, say, Jean Marie Straub, early Wenders, and others less known. Stavros Tornes had a strong cinematic vision, and he is underrated, as his poetry never reached audiences and critics the way Tarkovski, Fellini or Antonioni did; probably that was due to the poor quality of his films, in technical terms; nevertheless, he was a genius ,in my opinion, perhaps the most important Greek director from an aesthetic point, and this movie is his second best, after Karkalu. You just have to immerse in viewing and leave the - logical- world outside.
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