Stalker

Synopsis: In a small, unnamed country there is an area called the Zone. It is apparently inhabited by aliens and contains the Room, where in it is believed wishes are granted. The government has declared The Zone a no-go area and have sealed off the area with barbed wire and border guards. However, this has not stopped people from attempting to enter the Zone. We follow one such party, made up of a writer, who wants to use the experience as inspiration for his writing, and a professor, who wants to research the Zone for scientific purposes. Their guide is a man to whom the Zone is everything, the Stalker.
Genre: Drama, Sci-Fi
Director(s): Andrei Tarkovsky
Production: Zweites Deutsches Fernsehen
  2 wins & 1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
8.1
Rotten Tomatoes:
100%
NOT RATED
Year:
1979
162 min
$268,101
11,599 Views


MOSFILM:

Second Artists' Association

ALISSA FREINDLIKH

ALEXANDER KAIDANOVSKY

ANATOLY SOLONITSYN

NIKOLAI GRINKO:

in

STALKER:

Screenplay by Arkady STRUGATSKY

and Boris STRUGATSKY

based upon the story

"Roadside Picnic"

Directed by

Andrei TARKOVSKY

Director of Photography

Alexander KNYAZHINSKY

Production Designer

Andrei TARKOVSKY

Music by

Eduard ARTEMYEV

Director L. TARKOVSKAYA

Verses by F.I. TIUTCHEV

Ar.A. TARKOVSKY

Sound by V. SHARUN

Conductor E. KHACHATURYAN

T. Kameneva

STALKER:

"What was it?

A meteorite?

A visit of inhabitants

of the cosmic abyss?

One way or another,

our small country

has seen the birth of a miracle -

the Zone.

We immediately sent troops there.

They haven't come back.

Then we surrounded the Zone

with police cordons...

Perhaps, that was the right thing to

do. Though, I don't know..."

From an interview with Nobel Prize

winner, Professor Wallace.

Why did you take my watch?

Where are you going, I'm asking you?

You gave me your word

and I believed you.

All right, you're not thinking about

yourself, but what about us?

Did you think about your child?

She's just getting used to you,

and you start it again!

You've made an old woman of me.

You've ruined my life.

Not so loud, you'll wake up

Monkey.

I can't wait for you forever.

I'm going to die!

You wanted to start working!

You've been promised

a normal human work!

I'll be back soon.

You'll be back to prison!

Though this time you'll get

ten years, not five!

And for ten years you will have

neither your Zone, nor anything!

And I'll be dead in the meantime.

Oh God, for me it's prison

everywhere!

- Let me go!

- No!

Let go, I said!

Go!

And may you rot there!

Be damned the day

when I met you, bastard!

God himself has cursed you

by giving you this child!

And me too, because of you, jerk!

My dear,

our world is hopelessly boring.

Therefore, there can be no telepathy,

or apparitions, or flying saucers,

nothing like that.

The world is ruled by cast-iron laws,

and it's insufferably boring.

Alas, those laws are never violated.

They don't know how to be violated.

So don't even hope for a UFO,

that would have been too interesting.

And how about the Bermuda Triangle?

You're not going to deny...

I am. There is no Bermuda Triangle.

There's only Triangle ABC that equals

Triangle A-prim, B-prim, C-prim.

Do you feel the boredom

contained in this assertion?

To live in the Middle Ages was

interesting.

Every home had its house-spirit,

and every church had its God.

People were young!

Now every fourth is an old person.

It's so boring, my angel.

But you said that the Zone

was the product of a superior

civilization...

It must be boring, too,

all those laws, triangles,

and no house spirits,

and no God, that's for certain.

Because if God is also

a triangle,

then I don't know what to think.

It's for me! Great!

Goodbye, my dear friend.

This lady was so kind as to agree

to go with us to the Zone.

She's a very courageous woman.

Her name is...

I beg your pardon, your name is...?

Are you really a stalker?

Wait... I'll explain everything.

Go...

What a cretin!

You did get drunk after all.

Me? What do you mean?

I had a drink, like one half

of the population does.

The other half gets drunk.

Including women and children.

I just had a drink though.

Damn it, what a mess here.

Go on, drink. We've got time.

How about a glass for the road?

What do you think?

Take it away.

I see. Dry law.

Alcoholism is a scourge of mankind.

All right, we'll drink beer.

Is he with us?

Never mind, he'll sober up.

He needs to go there, too.

Are you really a professor?

If you don't mind.

Then let me introduce myself.

My name is...

Your name is Writer.

Well. And what is my name?

Yours? Professor.

I see. I'm a writer,

so, naturally, everyone calls me

Writer for some reason.

- And what do you write about?

- About the readers.

Obviously, there's nothing else

one should write about.

One should write about nothing at all.

And what are you? A chemist?

A physicist rather.

That must be boring, too.

Searching for the truth.

It's hiding and you keep searching

for it.

You dig in one place-eureka!

The nucleus is made of protons.

You dig in another-great!

Triangle ABC equals

Triangle A-prim, B-prim, C-prim.

With me it's quite different.

While I am digging for the truth,

so much happens to it

that instead of discovering the truth

I dig up a heap of, pardon...

I'd better not name it.

You're lucky!

But imagine some antique pot

displayed in a museum.

It was used at its time

as a receptacle of food leftovers,

but now it's an object of

universal admiration

for its laconic pattern

and unique form.

Everyone goes oh! and ah!

And suddenly it turns out

that it's not antique at all,

that some joker has palmed it off

on the archeologists

just for fun.

Strange as it may seem, the admiration

dies off. Those connoisseurs...

Is it what you think about

all the time?

God forbid!

In fact, I don't think much.

It's not good for me.

It's impossible to write, thinking

all the time of success or failure.

Naturlich! But if no one is going

to read me in one hundred years,

why the hell should I write at all?

Tell me, Professor, why did you let

yourself be mixed up in all this?

What do you need the Zone for?

I'm a scientist in some sense.

But what do you need it for?

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