No Place Like Home

In its first half - one of the most moving films who I saw. In the second - one of the most absurde. Because the love of mum , for me, is sacred. But , sure, the film is a tool of noble cause and the situations like this are real not rare. But, maybe, more cold. The film has a great virtue - Marius Praniauskas. Maybe, not exactly his performance but his look , from the toes to the hair. It represents a manifesto. Obvious, well made. And necessary. But , in same measure, in my case, it seems be a trap. The pledge about the beauty of free life. The illusion. The return. And the punishment. What saves it to be more than another instrument of propaganda - the scenes of letter.