Must respectfully disagree on both Andrei Rublev and Ostrov. Both were profound, deeply layered. I've seen both more than a few times and notice new depths every time, especially in Ostrov. BTW the Director of Rublev was the mentor of the director of Ostrov.
Rublev was a little uneven…and a little confusing to start…but it didn't stay that way, and the scene in the captured church and the sequence about the boy bell maker…just phenomenal…to me…a masterful commentary on the soul of the russian people in the face of oppression both foreign and domestic. It was like a redemption from Dante's Inferno. The boy Peter only just barely connected to the tradition of his fathers, charged with a task far beyond his skills, only knowing about finding the right kind of clay to build the mold, clueless about the proper ratio of silver to make the bell, humiliated by his own inadequacies, in mortal fear for himself and his workmen who will be executed if they fail, who exhausts himself trying to oversee the creation of a giant of a bell (a singing icon, a blagovest/ringing gospel)…a bell born out of seeming hell fires of melted silver…refined in a furnace of affliction, poured into the earthly mire (of the right kind of clay), and the boy's sole hope and refuge…prayer to the blessed Theotokos, prayer from the depths of weary despair. And then they haul out the bell, inch by inch from the earth….it is like the very resurrection of the russian people, an ascension and the great question hanging between the groaning hawsers is will it ring or will it crack asunder. In the silence the clapper swings closer and closer to the lips of the bell…and then….it SINGS…a great silver well of sonorous glory…and the boy collapses in relief weeping from both exhaustion and joy and release from what was but moments before a sentence of certain death….and witness to these things was the disillusioned iconographer Andre Rublev, who from that witness found his faith again, and went on to do with line and color what the boy had done with the bell. He prevailed out of kind of hell, he brought forth light out of darkness, his icons illumined and taught the russian soul in the hour of their downtroddenness. ….so for me…not an easy movie to be sure, but for sure a great one…indeed it is ranked…or was among the top 15 greatest works of cinema of all time. And since then I would easily add to that number the magnificent Ostrov.