I just watched my first Tarkovsky film last night, Stalker. I don't know how popular this one is among his fans, and the only reason I started with this one is that I liked the sound of the synopsis on Netflix. I wasn't disappointed.
I love these kinds of stories, the kind that are science fiction in name only, but are really philosophical character pieces. This is an incredibly complex film, not to mention beautiful. We begin with a sepia toned image, the color is the brown rust of hopeless industrial slum life (the color of modern life?), and then our three main characters reach the Zone, and we come upon a beautiful green waste land. Nature runs wild over the civilization that used to be there, and the ruined objects that Tarkovsky draws our attention to are significant: wasted buildings, discarded weapons, sewer drains.
The film really picks up once the characters reach the Zone. The stalker, a guide of sorts and our main character, is taking a writer and a scientist to room deep within the Zone where, apparently, one's innermost wishes are fulfilled. Throughout their journey, we are treated to a bit of philosophical conflict between the writer and the scientist, with the stalker stuck in the middle.
It is a bit hard to really get what Tarkovsky is going for here, especially after only one viewing and taking spoilers into account. But, the stalker seems to represent a common sort of fellow, and his dueling employers (who eventually reach a synthesis of sort against him) are obviously the voices of the intellectual classes. The stalker is a man who dreams and hopes, and his companions eventually try very hard to crush those hopes. And it seems that they do, in the climax, but Tarkovsky's cinematic flourishes toward the end of the film seem to suggest that they are right about the Zone, but ultimately wrong about what that entails.
I love these kinds of stories, the kind that are science fiction in name only, but are really philosophical character pieces. This is an incredibly complex film, not to mention beautiful. We begin with a sepia toned image, the color is the brown rust of hopeless industrial slum life (the color of modern life?), and then our three main characters reach the Zone, and we come upon a beautiful green waste land. Nature runs wild over the civilization that used to be there, and the ruined objects that Tarkovsky draws our attention to are significant: wasted buildings, discarded weapons, sewer drains.
The film really picks up once the characters reach the Zone. The stalker, a guide of sorts and our main character, is taking a writer and a scientist to room deep within the Zone where, apparently, one's innermost wishes are fulfilled. Throughout their journey, we are treated to a bit of philosophical conflict between the writer and the scientist, with the stalker stuck in the middle.
It is a bit hard to really get what Tarkovsky is going for here, especially after only one viewing and taking spoilers into account. But, the stalker seems to represent a common sort of fellow, and his dueling employers (who eventually reach a synthesis of sort against him) are obviously the voices of the intellectual classes. The stalker is a man who dreams and hopes, and his companions eventually try very hard to crush those hopes. And it seems that they do, in the climax, but Tarkovsky's cinematic flourishes toward the end of the film seem to suggest that they are right about the Zone, but ultimately wrong about what that entails.




