Mirror [Zerkalo]

In a bad mood you'd describe this as incomprehensible crap where everybody has a face like an old man's ballsack, but Tarkovsky puts me in a good mood and so the enforced absence of plot is an obvious mechanism allowing the brain to be enraptured by a plethora of oneiric images which, to sum them up, would require the use of some meaningless phrase such as 'pure cinema'.