Recipe for (not)eternal youth "You look like you're young." You look older in the winter.
I have never seen such a poetic Russian film in a long time. Poetic films are not worth examining in detail, if at all possible: analysis is useful for exposing bad poetry, good it kills. Therefore, you should not try to delve into what exactly Dmitry Alexandrovich, respected in the business world, does at work, which the director tells us, deliberately not letting the substantive part of the meetings with reports, business plans and presentations unfold. The place of completely unnecessary information, bringing money to the characters of the film in business suits, is wisely replaced by scenes where Dmitry buys flowers and casually talks with young creatures, fluttering somewhere on the way between school and adult life.
It’s been a long time, and perhaps never before, that I’ve come across a film with such an accurate title. All these everyday inhabitants of spacious office buildings, as well as service workers, and physics taught, and seemingly know how to handle computer and other equipment. It’s not too close, it’s not too cold, and there is an opportunity, but meetings are delayed, conversations are not glued, the water is not warmed. The child will be able to see it, and the child will be able to see it. “And then we ask what kind of country we have,” says Dmitry disappointingly.
No, this movie is not about society: good poetry can be relevant anywhere – at a ball or in a trench. So in “Elephants...” there is drama, and melodrama, and a bit of crime, and comedic fragments, to great surprise, in harmony with the general mood of this lyrical picture. What a beautiful scene with hair combing!
But closer to the point... If there is enough, let’s share. Flowers, gifts, your time, sometimes so precious that you are afraid to spend it. Share what's "fatter." Then in the office will sound the freshness of youth that its transience is like the flowering of a garden: "There will be dresses, I will not be like this." The story with Lyka ends like an unexpected morning that meets you from the threshold with a fallen color - it is time for the tree to bear its fruit.
9 out of 10
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