Slow Descent
When a mysterious giant spiralling tunnel opens in a remote forest, authorities and scientists struggle to explain it. After a military team goes missing and otherworldly radio signals are received all around the world, an artist and a poet are sent into the tunnel to investigate instead. Soviet director Andrei Solonitsyn's slow paced, 1979 masterpiece. PG.
Do you have a name, poet?
I was christened without my consent.
I never asked for God. And I never asked for a name. So I will go by Poet.
Good.
Then I will go by Artist.
No matter how deep we go, the tunnel never grows dark.
Foolish Artist. It grows dark if you shut your eyes.
You shut your eyes, Poet, and the tunnel will stay light for me.
<dripping water>
Yes, but I will soon fall behind, and without me, you too will lose your way.
I will not let you fall behind. Even should you fall blind.
Kind words, but I'm not sure I believe them...
<distant scream echoes>
What was that?
An unkindness.
Dear God, are we descending into Hell?
You who rejects God are afraid of Hell?
I reject God. But Hell is real. Every fool knows that.
The only hope I have left is to break through Hell to the other side.
Is there anything else we can hope for?
| Hatás | Érték | Összeg |
|---|---|---|
| Unalom | -20 | ×20 |
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