The human condition according to Andrei Tarkovsky is a labyrinth cloaked in fog and ambiguity, a place somehow containing a beauty reserved only for dreams yet overflowing with a nightmarish ugliness. The man’s films are enigmatic beyond measure causing many well-renowned individuals in the world of film analysis to believe them to be ‘open to a multitude of interpretations’ or ‘impenetrable’, or at least so personal that they become so to anyone but the artist. But I don’t think I…