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After I was shamed that I don’t watch Russian movies, I watched Vladimir Shchegolkov’s series “Lucky”, 2021. The series turned out to be really quite good, Evgeny Tsyganov here is quite in place, Maxim Lagashkin also fit in normally, slightly pinching his heart, looking at Vladimir Menshov. The rest of the actors did not make a special impression, although many of them are famous. Perhaps there are some complaints about the script, it seemed to me at times uneven and the stories are somehow careless. Personally, I was a little stressed by the alcohol theme, nudity to the place and not to the place (for example, why is the pathologist in the morgue lying on the gurney naked, if the gurney on the next gurney sleeps in a complete blackout, does a married woman really count on something?). I understand that the hero is an alcoholic, who, like drug addicts who were not there, can be tied up for a while, but in my head it ticks invisibly: here I have not drunk so much, here are so many more, etc., there are absolutely certain nuances in their behavior. Of course, solving problems with the help of alcohol, each time going to the other world to meet with your grandfather, is already from the field of fantasy, you should not approach this as reality. However, as reality there is no need to approach anything, it seems, and did not expect. The main character like a good man, sympathetic, comes to the aid of completely strangers, but in relation to his own son, whom he seems to love, shows complete irresponsibility, although he declares otherwise, this is, of course, characteristic of alcoholics, it has been observed in life, but this does not add sympathy to the hero. His relationships with women are also frivolous, he, in principle, does not care about them, as well as for the rest of his life, he does not like any of them and loves, in fact, no one, they are themselves. And then begins to emerge a rather joyless picture of modern life somewhere in the Russian hinterland, not a single bright spot, and people somehow live in all this, and it becomes sad.