Tarkovsky inspired me to look at my candlestand by the mirror once again. I watched his Nostalghia yesterday. many Sri Lankan filmmakers are inspired by Tarkovsky. I admit, he is poetic. I admit, I couldn’t beat his concept of “Sculpting in Time”. But there was a strange foreboding while I watched his film. The scene on the Maddona of childbirth, and the candle of faith were really haunting.
What is it exactly that we like so much in Tarkovsky?