anger. Tarkovsky. Andrei Rublev

First of all - alert! This is going to be a very angry message.
I've talked about ignorance before, but it never stops surprising me. How the hell do people go on with their life when their heads are full of nothing but conversations with their friend about what happened last night. How do they have conversations when they have nothing to talk about. How do they go through college with such an attitude and so much ignorance. How how how.
This is not the first time, nor the last. She (I don't know who. It's just a she). She was talking loudly whilst we were watching a Tarkovsky film. She was talking during a very important scene in Andrei Rublev. Important because all of them are important! She dared tell me I should read subtitles. How do subtitles compare to the real language, the tone of the voice, the choice of words, the littlest sounds of the leaves and the air swishing in between breaths of the actors? Ok enough niceties. WHO THE FUCK TALKS DURING A FILM IN A CLASS IN COLLEGE. ARE WE BACK TO JUNIOR HIGH??????????? No, more like kindergarden. Or even before. She needs to go back to being a toddler, because with her intelligence, that's where she would fit in.
I am so sick of people's ignorance. And the attitude that if they KNOW they are ignorant and don't understand anything, they act like they are smarter than the crap being shown to them, because of course some bitch from the mid-west that will probably never have a proper job and instead get married to some jock and spend the rest of her life between nappies and pots, is so much more intelligent than the masters of art, cinema, icon painting, etc etc etc. Fuck, she probably doesn't know what an icon is. I bet you if I sat next to her in class, I would have heard "wtf is an icon?" Because the other day we watched Ivan the Terrible and I heard "who the fuck is Ivan" half way through the film. Why are they wasting their parents' money to go to a fancy liberal arts college when they can't even sit still for 3 hours to watch an epic film that is probably more important than who did who last night in your stupid sorority. I'm just saying. I AM SICK OF THIS SHIT.
On top of it all, my stomach hurts so much today I actually considered leaving class. But how can I do that, I can't leave whilst watching only one of the most important films in the history of films OH EM GEE.
I don't care if I come off as a snob, a bitch, a terrible stuck-up whore whatever. I think the thing that upset me was NOT that she called me a bitch, but the fact that nobody agreed with me. Or the fact that she even exists. The idea of "SHE". Maybe I am too sick of this country and their less-than-normal standards of stupidity of the general public. I don't know. I just want people to be smarter.

But moving on to the actual film.

Andrei Rublev. What a film... I don't know if I like it more or less than Stalker. I loved everything about this film. The terrifying music. The tense silence. The violence. The torture. The cinematography. The scenery!!!
Old masters are strict, they want to "terrify" people. Andrei is like a bird, he wants nothing to do with terrifying people. He witnesses so much terror and violence, his soul, no longer pure, in the end still follows art and painting, and in the end, he paints the most calm and serene icons anyone has ever seen. His faith is not to fear God, and neither is his art. He is just, sensible, he wishes freedom. All this is a contrast to the events in his life. I think my favorite shot was after the Tatar invasion. It is a shot of a boy running away. Somehow he managed to escape. He is running through the trees and doesn't notice a Tatar with a bow and arrow pointed to his back. The boy is shot. The slow motion has the boy moving in desperation through the birches, his arm extended, as if he wants to grab something that's right there in front of him, but there isn't anything. He comes closer to the camera, splashing the water and the droplets land on the camera lens. The image is misty. It is so incredibly beautiful.
And then time. Years go by without any routine. 1405-06 is followed by 1408 and then 1412. The seasons however, go as they should, none missing. I think it's interesting how that gives the film a fluidity even though the years are all over the place, and the action is missing several years, which makes it a bit confusing. But the seasons go in their order, that's just fascinating. It makes it seem that no years are missing in between.
Recurring images - dark splashes on white. Horses. I still have to figure it all out, my head is buzzing with ideas and images.
Blood, violence and beautiful icons. So much contrast.
Here is some of Andrei Rublev art: