Melody

A pianist in an apartment. A stranger as visitor . Their dialogue. Her music.

A film of atmosphere , reminding an Ingmar Bergman films and something from Andrey Tarkovsky.

At the first sight, no storz. Only few scenes, a table and the characters , few candles in candlestick and suggested heart of story.

The final offers a presumed answer but , in memory, significant are the images more than the gestures or dialogue , the neeed to finish the work as refuge against death .

Beautiful, in profound sense, for its noble , well used and crafted ambiguity. And for air of parable.

In short , source of good fist of questions and emotions.