The blistering cries of the war can be interpreted as a symphony. Only the musical and empathetic are able to decipher its true meaning. Asked what those wails mean, no concrete answer would be heard. Just saying pain is too narrow, suffering too shallow. The best approximation is everything: woe and joy, hope and dismay – masala.
The desire to create never stops. Once the heart beats, it must be fed. The heart of art, desires art. My heart desires animation. My heart desires Lithuanian animation. Lithuanian cinema should Flow towards greathood. It all starts with making a bold choice.
Soviet Union has collapsed, but the legacy of it remains. Like feces left by a dog, it hated, despised, but a natural coarse of nature. Some directors know how to portray that dumb in a very entertaining and humorous matter.