The film, the most characteristic of the 90s, made for the rash of the day, without “actors” and with appropriate direction. The game episodes look documentary, and fragments of newsreels are somehow an inexhaustible Russian nightmare with soaked corpses in the mud among the ruins against the background of formidable military equipment.
On the screen is a landscape of the country, to the bottom shaken – and can not calm down – ill-conceived Gorbachev’s “perestroika”, somehow led by completely lost the presidential authority of the drunkard Yeltsin with a shameful then rating, with a blossoming lush color roadside trade, toothless militia and left to themselves citizens, there and there protesting with irresponsible slogans. Committees of soldiers’ mothers, with intellectuals like them, wearing glasses, enthusiastically, although no one authorized them to do so, control – thus distracting state bodies to interact with themselves – something about the losses in a special military operation in Chechnya, then needed there to restore proper constitutional order by pressing the tail-up bandits to the nail, the temporary weakness of Russia with its animal sense, probably sniffing. All in all, the dashing 90s...