I spent two memorable weeks in Ukraine in June 1992. So, this movie about a Jewish lad seeking his devastated roots reminded me of a memorable landscape and people. Most of the dialogue was in English, with a seasoning of subtitled Russian. It was fun to recognize an occasional word.
The filmmakers effectively used light as a metaphor. Much of the film was hilarious, despite the grim subject matter. The driver feigned blindness, but that wasn't a problem, since he had his demented "Seeing Eye Bitch."
Beautiful people, beautiful country, and a grim legacy that continues to affect the present, with sorrow and with redemption.
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