Golden Apricot Update.


As is the case every year, due to my daytime work schedule I am able to see films being shown at the seventh annual Golden Apricot International Film Festival in Yerevan only in the evenings. The festival will unfortunately be wrapping up Sunday evening. Here’s a quick synopsis of the films—three of which were impressively projected from celluloid and not digital sources—I’ve seen so far:


“The Beekeeper,” starring Marcello Mastroianni (1986, dir. Theo Angelopoulos). This film is about a middle-aged man who quits his job as a teacher in rural Greece and leaves his home and wife behind to follow in the beekeeping traditions of his father and forefathers. Along the way he stumbles upon a chance meeting with a high-spirited, oversexed teenager and can’t shake her loose on his travels along the Greek coastline, making stops in villages to see friends and set his beehives in pastures. The cinematography is stunning, the acting is top-notch. Seems Marcello was actually speaking his lines in Greek, since it indeed sounded like his voice, although I can’t be sure of this. The ending was weird, which from personal experience viewing European films for well over 20 years was expected. Recommended.


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