Before watching Pisma myortvogo cheloveka (Letters from a dead man) Konstantin Lopushansky's work was entirely unfamiliar to me. Letters to a dead person has many connections with Tarkovsky. Lopushansky worked as Tarkovsky's assistant. His film has many things in common with a movie like Stalker. The most prominent features of this film are perhaps the bleak, yellow-tinted cinematography and a creaky world of sounds. Actually, the use of sound, water, rusty machines, voices distorted by masks, along with ominous music, is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! Letters from a dead man is a morbid sci-fi movie, set among desolated landscapes and shabby-looking underground rooms. A nuclear catastrophe has taken place. There seems to have been a war. The film, for the most part, follows a few characters in the quest for meaning in post-nuclear existence. A scientist living with his wife and co-workers addresses his son Erik in lugubrious letters. Of course, paints a very repulsive picture of "Science" (that this film made it through the claws of the censors is an interesting fact). Letters from a dead man might not have the existential depth of Tarkovsky, but, I must confess, this film is very good.
This movie can be compared to two other "post-apocalyptic" ruminations: Chris Marker's La jetée and the movie version of Cormac McCarthy's The Road.
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