Stefan is woken from his sleep by an old Jewish melody. He suffers in place of the old man and bleeds, literally, for him, taking on his ills until the old song is reborn into a great piece of music.
Zannussi knows how to craft a tale, always with haunting. The story is real, the hope is born out through earthen, imperfect vessels, and there is suffering. What more could one ask for. I think the best line is judging between the music and life. In the end, transcendence is nothing we can control, only allow.
Zannussi knows how to craft a tale, always with haunting. The story is real, the hope is born out through earthen, imperfect vessels, and there is suffering. What more could one ask for. I think the best line is judging between the music and life. In the end, transcendence is nothing we can control, only allow.