Russia today. In its complexity, its enigma. Diane Lentin does not claim to shed light on things. This is evidenced by the voices she uses, as old as the famous the Journal of Astolphe de Custine in 1839. Because above all what she is looking for, as though groping her way around, is to see and to hear. Therefore here is a splintered film, with slow fragments drifting like lumps of snow, on which are slowly engraved the marks of lives, subjected to politics, but also to a faceless melancholy. (JPR)
Diane Lentin