I hate this movie. It's going directly into my top 100.I hate that it makes my heart hurt so much and how the camera work makes me dizzy and nauseous at the horrors of war.I hate that the sharpness of some of the images stings my eyes, especially those of her eyes and in hearing the word Nyet, over and over to no avail.I hate the condemnation and perpetual self hatred and to what depths and lengths they'll carry the burden of them.I hate that Anna never gets a chance to answer the question, "What is the meaning of life?" Because, I really needed to know. Instead, I'm left fumbling right along with the movie, wondering.I hate how unsettled I feel and how adrift...I love that I hate it, for it's cinema at its finest and most confronting.














