So much, after all, remains in our thoughts and hearts as unrealized suggestion.
My purpose is to make films that will help people to live, even if they sometimes cause unhappiness.
Art is realistic when it strives to express an ethical ideal. Realism is striving for truth, and truth is always beautiful.
The only condition of fighting for the right to create is faith in your own vocation, readiness to serve, and refusal to compromise.
I think in fact that unless there is an organic link between the subjective impressions of the author and his objective representation of reality, he will not achieve even superficial credibility, let alone authenticity and inner truth.
Always with huge gratitude and pleasure I remember the films of Sergei Parajanov which I love very much. His way of thinking, his paradoxical, poetical . . . ability to love the beauty and the ability to be absolutely free within his own vision.
The allotted function of art is not, as is often assumed, to put across ideas, to propagate thoughts, to serve as an example. The aim of art is to prepare a person for death, to plough and harrow his soul, rendering it capable of turning to good.
No "mise en scene" has the right to be repeated, just as no two personalities are ever the same. As soon as a "mise en scene" turns into a sign, a cliche, a concept (however original it may be), then the whole thing - characters, situation, psychology - become schematic and false.
Instead of attempting to capture these nuances, most unpretentious 'true-to-life' films not only ignore them but make a point of using sharp, overstated images which at best can only make the picture seem far-fetched. And I am all for cinema being as close as possible to life - even if on occasion we have failed to see how beautiful life really is.
An artist never works under ideal conditions. If they existed, his work wouldn't exist, for the artist doesn't live in a vacuum. Some sort of pressure must exist. The artist exists because the world is not perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn't look for harmony but would simply live in it. Art is born out of an ill-designed world. This is the issue in Andrey Rubliov.