Was sehen wir, wenn wir zum Himmel schauen?

Ras vkhedavt, rodesac cas vukurebt?

There’s a languid kind of magic to Koberidze’s approach, which, with its enchanting score, digressive montages and sparse dialogue, has roots in silent cinema but also feels refreshingly and genuinely original.

Football is a matter of life and death, but so is walking in the park, watching the river rush by or hanging the washing out to dry. It’s everything and nothing, as easy as breathing, and in Koberidze’s world it all makes perfect sense.

Alexandre Koberidze’s lyrical and lightly romantic Georgian film is a reminder of what movies can show us, and what we can't see without them.