If you are a misanthropist, you will become more cynical after watching a film which is unknown to the general mass. The portrayal of war and the effects it has on the common people is cataclysmic. Mikhail Kalatozov’s The Cranes Are Flying (1957) is a masterpiece of film making.
Cinematographic effects, shots, acting, direction, camera angles, mise-en-scène, themes, creativeness……astounding!
The scenes of Veronica in the midst of the tanks, wriggling through the crowds when Boris is about to leave for war, Veronica running up the stairs to her apartment after the German air bombing only to confront that there is nothing left of her home, Boris’ death scene, Veronica trying to clutch on to hope that Boris will return while the observer learns early of his fate leaves a bleak environment, Veronica in the verge of committing suicide but timely saving a young kid and the last scene of Veronica moving frantically amongst the victorious crowd are indelible from one’s mind.
After watching this work one will be left to realize that seeking a meaning to life is as futile as life itself.
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