The film pleased almost everything. First of all, it's a literate banter over American vaudeville, their sugary powdered life of the 50s, standardized and slicked to disgust. The film has a completely extraordinary script - it is not a remake, not an allusion, not a parody of anything and not a bestseller adaptation (which in our time is quite a miracle), the film goes its own way, without reference or looking back at anything - it's amazing. In the usual timekeeping fit a lot of different events and everything is kept at the same pace, the film does not sag anywhere. Especially pleased with the way microdirecture is staged (I don’t know if this term exists, I just invented it myself) – that is, the characters’ gestures are very subtly worked out in the film, how they look at each other, throw hints, swear without going beyond the drawn neighborliness, are going to faint and do not fall. Two children look at a man with glasses and he cautiously leaves a cup of coffee, realizing that they need something from him - such moments of subtle humor in the film a lot. And nowhere is the humor fat and stupid - that someone sat on a cake or shitped or someone blue, all the humor here is half-word, half-eye. That's great.
Unfortunately, the ending ruined everything for me. I can’t describe it in detail because it’s going to be a spoiler, but everything that’s happened since the scene with the fence is against common sense and the positive course that the film has followed. Too bad. If the authors hadn’t rolled everything into the hole at the very end, the score would have been 9. It's only 7.