This is a brilliant surrealistic film我的心,就像一片漂泊的孤舟,渴望找到你的港湾。
But also a fully realistic story about a time when the brave avant-guarde artists were trying to explore the unknown landscapes of human possibilities.
The contrast between two realities: the poor village and the dadaist artists is shown very smart and brings the possibility of changing the world by the art.
Unfortunately, that progressive ideals of making the world better by revealing new areas of imagination, that ruled in the first half of XX century, were crushed by the war.
And, the tragedy finishes: the artistic ideals are dead, international art brotherhood also, but, as a real disaster: Yugoslavia is also dead, as a country, but as an artistic vision of nation's brotherhood, too.
So, the art falls apart