This movie from western Ukraine is one of the strangest and fiercest I have seen in a while: dynamic and yet despairing. It does not allude to Russia’s war on Ukraine, but perhaps that conflict is there subtextually, in the sense of tribal loyalty, community tradition and the distinct, almost occult pull towards the west. There is something of Aleksey German or Sergey Loznitsa here, and its lead character is like a more watchful and subdued, though no less violent, version of someone that Emir Kusturica would dream up.
The setting is Bukovina, in the eastern Carpathian mountains bordering Romania. Oleksandr Yatsentyuk plays Leonid, nicknamed Pamfir (“Stone”), a guy who has just come home from a job in Poland; he makes passionate love to his wife Olena (Solomiia Kyrylova) and then settles happily back down to family life with his son Nazar (Stanislav Potiak), who has evidently grown from his teen years to adulthood while Leonid’s been away. Leonid is looking forward to the local Malanka festival, a faintly sinister, pagan affair of masks and straw capes; without any difficulty Leonid also resumes his regular his job as a water-diviner, detecting sites and digging wells.
