A film about the uselessness of nervous and infirm connections - in the benevolent 70s among citizens, to the construction of communism at an accelerated pace no longer forced, time appeared on them. Like no other, this Soviet film imprinted on the mind, and is perceived as our inalienable — or maybe just a habit and thorough knowledge of each episode. And, apparently, nostalgia for the correct 70th with mass large-panel house building - at the same time relatively (no frills) prosperous and relatively fair, when standard apartments with typical locks were issued on a warrant, and mainly friendly citizens on New Year's Eve (and not only) went to visit each other ...
The secret of the film, perhaps, is that it feels like a symbol of the one you want, a peaceful life without expectations of upheaval. This film is also very interesting as it captures the characteristic Soviet intellectual subculture of the 70s - without Internets and smartphones, but with books, with communication, with guitar amateurism, with emotions from poetry, with Akhmadulina-Tsvetaeva-Yevtushenko and all this. And, of course, the acting work, the episode in the bath with the characters, in turn, inserting their stupid jokes in thrashing with a drunken potential newlywed - the classics are outstanding and imperishable ...