The top Based on the book by Pavel Sanayev, the drama Bury Me Behind the Plinth, according to the unpleasant trend of modern Russian art house, will again tell about dysfunctional families, alcoholics, tyrants and abuse of the helpless. On other topics, we apparently refuse to shoot, and therefore even from a fairly bright and cheerful book make such a heavy drama that the phrase of the title of the film exclaims directly the viewer after watching. If not during that time.
The director decided to demonstrate simply a dysfunctional life, the vices of upbringing and an unhappy family, in the hope of playing originality. But, you know, if in the time of Leo Tolstoy the phrase “All happy families are similar to each other, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way” was actually relevant, looking at the entire art house of our cinema, one can conclude only one thing – all such films about unhappy families are absolutely one person. Grandmother here literally aged mother from the "Wolf", tore in that film his own daughter, began a wolf to gnaw in this film already allegedly grandson. And the granddaughter is also good, a boy with the face of Nicolos Cage, obediently obeying his grandmother, like a hunted top, arguing with a hard wolf - an old grandfather, but trying already at his young age to change something. And the theme of selfless love for the mother, clearly not worthy of such devotion, seems to be swept now in almost every film.
However, perhaps the goal here was not the film adaptation of the book, but directly an alternative version of the very “Top” whose absolute clone the film came out. Here do not turn off all the light rays, here tyrants get what they deserve, here the child is more adequate and reasonable, here if they killed the unfortunate animal, they carry not on the rails for fun, but are buried with all honors, almost roaring in three streams at the same time. It is the opposite, but it is so similar, and all the tragedy of the plot is pressing and depressing, leading to depression, while it is necessary to rejoice, because not everything is so bad.
And the main difficult problem of the film is not its secondary, or lack of literal adherence to the original book, but all the monotony and monotony of what is happening. The plot is elemental and fits into a couple of phrases, and the plot will be replayed again and again, showing us the same thing in each subsequent scene. The conflict from action to action does not worsen, does not become more understandable or logical, here in general understatement cuts more than repetitions, self-citations and predictability, and the most emotional scene risks not playing on the viewer. The hardest part is for those who read the book. Who knows in principle the plot and how all this will end, but gets such a distorted parody that the perverted arts of David Yates on the theme of “Harry Potter” will seem quite reasonable production of the source text, in comparison with the circus of the capito called “Plintus” who came to tour our theaters.
Weak in the acting of the film, trying to please the viewer told the story of images, the characters are often launched into memories of the past, one way or another in the dialogues will slip some facts about the life of a character, and the inexpressiveness of the incarnation will remain a gray soap foam, trying to somehow wash the dirt from this genre, climbing out into the sunlight, albeit in tears and even in cold winter. Neither the actions, nor the faces, nor any of the phrases spoken are remembered at all, carry no value and do not deserve a place in the head for reflection, everything is empty, all meaningless and is initially killed to death with the poor mouse from which it all begins.
Well, if you treat everything with irony, then you can safely turn the screen action into satire and comedy of positions. It will be funny from everything that happens on the screen, and the performance will be great fun, but the arrogant audience will twist their finger at their temple, perplexed by looking at the laugher from everything seen on the screen. So there are only two options for perception here - either to penetrate and take on the burden of other people's problems, going into depression, or perceive it as a funny satire playing on the cliches of a similar movie.
And somewhere already thinking and digesting what you saw after watching, quite logical questions will begin to be asked in your head, and a flurry of claims will allow you to forget everything told in this short time. However, the film is also not without pleasant moments. The cyclically repeated turns of the tsrk top will amuse you with its seriousness and gloom, which practically do not touch or attract interest. The child, of course, will cause pity and regret, but the rest of the characters will repel so much that in the end you do not know what the outcome for the boy in this situation would be the best, and why the film, so tried to claim realism to the end, before your eyes turns almost into a fairy tale. However, bright and joyful spots with such monotonous and loading action are only useful, and if the film is initially devoid of any purpose of reporting, you do not need to dig deep in search of it. It is only necessary to cover the very story of a dysfunctional family from the film, to already begin to distribute diagnoses, which in the film is already enough.
And the essence here is not in the question of the surprised room “What did the author mean by this?”, but in the question “How much can I say?”, which is gaining momentum more and more often. How much can we make a movie like this, and in such a terrible baseness try to look for something high? Fans of digging into the shit, but there will always be a spool of meaning there, however, they should know that if you go and notice - gold, you stand - like really gold, it seems - gold, and how you lift - snot.
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