“After watching this film, I realized I'm never going to be film critic or scholar. This beautiful feeling that I'm feeling cannot be put to words. I've realized that the greatest films are something about what you can write and write, try to open them and their beauty, try to ease your burden and wonderment but you simply can't put them to words. I've loved film theory but after a film like this, I can't help but to pretty much forget it. I have admired great writers and their ability to write about films but right now it all feels just pointless. Theories of Bazin and Eisenstein for example; sure they will always have their impact on cinema but they'll always be as far away from it as they seem to be about it. Because a film like this isn't creation of anything concrete. It's fragmented as memory is, as everything we see and feel is. Camera is some kind of otherworldly force which turns dead alive, truth to false, false to truth, war to peace, peace to war, words to mouth, words from mouth... it records, expresses, displays. Cinema is movement, continuing collision of opposites. The most beautiful and the most disgusting of arts.”