After reading the stupid annotation of the film, few people will dare to watch it. I personally went only because Vitya Shamirov, whom I personally know and respect very much, took it off.
At first glance, this is a comedy (really funny) from the life of "Boys from the district" (resort).
But in fact, this is a deep anthropological study of the world of young idiots living in intimate “concepts”, for whom the only value is ponts, which are quite difficult to realize in the absence of money.
This world can be seen as a crooked reflection of the world of the nobles, sung in numerous Russian gangster sagas. Or as a Russian version of the world of American Negro idlers. But if the movies about them usually have characters that cause sympathy, then they simply do not exist.
Included in the name Kakha - a complete idiot without any honor and conscience, tyrannizing loved ones and squabbling before all the others.
His weapons-bearing friend Sergo initially looks almost human, but in the end he also breaks down, losing the remnants of conscience in a stressful situation, and also accepting the curves of the “concepts” of the area.
And the essence of these concepts is that you are always right, all the merits of others are yours, and all the joints are strangers. And your coolness is measured solely by the size of your ponts, not by any real achievements.
Because the inhabitants of this world are purely like children. And unlike the adult world of real gentry, where the laws of evolution operate and where schools are killed or imprisoned, here at best the muzzle will be stuffed or detained for three hours to determine the identity. And the next day, everyone will forget, will go out on the street and will continue to enjoy themselves.
And if at first you are detachedly laughing at these types (which helps you a third character who, like, makes a movie about these two jerks, but periodically intervenes in the action, like a god from a car, and sometimes addresses directly to the viewer), then in the end it becomes really scary.
Because you suddenly realize that this is a fairly typical (albeit grotesque) picture of the life of young people in the Russian province. At least in the south of Russia.
I come from Rostov-on-Don. Like Shamirov. And I regularly go there and further - to the Krasnodar region. And although I am very far from this world of jerks, but it regularly breaks into my reality in the form of sixes and pennies on the road, from where loud music and a group of young people in cafes and on the streets, discussing something in high tones with an exaggerated Caucasian accent. So yes, it's real. Unfortunately.