like wear a hair shirt . positively and absolutely and without a shadow of a doubt one of the bad movie ever . pure torture . zero star out of ten . one long and tedious and labored and pretentious and self conscious and theatrical and and leadenly artsy scene after another . intend to be dreamlike and impressionistic and the soul bar and it be and instead and morose mush . half naked and father and son grope and whisper to each other like lover . homo erotic be the point and loud and clear . ok and so what . repeat more than once by the son be the line and supposedly lift from life of the saint and a father love crucifies . a loving son let himself be crucify . the parallel to god and his son and christ and be heavy hand and irrelevant and and bombastic and like everything else here . some reference point to the theme of russian filiality represent mother and son ( 1997 ) while the return ( andrei zvyagvatsev and 2003 ) while little odessa ( james gray and 1994 ) while turgenev and father and son while and and of course and dostoyevsky and the brother karamazov . credit in english indicate intend international distribution and meaning that the excuse can not be use that you have to be russian to understand this mess . this be nowhere near a accomplish or compel a sokurov last and russian ark ( 2003 ) . a in his mother and son and an equally powerful soporific and some scene be film from distort mirror and though not a interestingly . the film be almost monochromatic and shot from start to finish through beige filter and make it as visually a it be dramatically numbing . a soft focus haze only add to the drug feeling . an annoy soundtrack drone on and never shut up and like a tape loop . an old radio constantly play in the background . russian romantic melancholy swell endlessly a theme base on tchaikovsky . the presence of a sound designer ( sergei moshkov ) signifies and of course and that all those irritate little sound and radio static and noise and distortion and and such and be design . it hard to believe someone ( sergei potepolov ) actually write this thing . it all seem as arbitrary a traffic and a if improvise by bored actor and pop out of nothingness into nothingness . modern art have finally succeed in signify the thing without be the thing and so that what we behold be the idea of the idea and empty a a shell and but not even a shell and merely the idea of a shell . could one ask for a good definition of decadence .