Few films, if any, have ever made me question myself as hard as Solaris does in its closing scene. Few films, if any, have ever explored the notion of love, how we love, who we love, and why we love, as deeply as Solaris does. Few films, if any, have ever looked so elegant and effortlessly beautiful. Andrei Tarkovsky made only seven films in his life. The first five he made in the Soviet Union, the latter two in exile in Italy and Sweden respectively. The first five all, without a doubt, leave me speechless every single time, all of them being masterpiece of the highest order. And Solaris stands at the very peak of Tarkovsky’s achievements. I feel privileged to have seen it in the cinema.
With that said, props to the tit who decided the sit right next to me in the cinema, despite the fact that we were the first and second people in the cinema respectively and the room was barely half-full by the time the film started. You are fucking weird.