This film is similar to the younger brother of Roman Kachanov’s “DMB”: the same leisurely banter with lyrical digressions – albeit without that integrity of stalking brilliance. Not a very coherent action, illustrating modernity in manifestations, the creators of the film of acquaintances, managed, crossing the hedgehog with the already, to construct from something isolated from the immortal, as they say, novel “Idiot”, using old-time names and turns.
The bold makeup experiments of Aglaia Epanchina and a very vicious expression of Ferdyshchenko are remembered, without accentuating his fart manifestations it was possible to do. The competence of young Prince Myshkin in matters of parish and compote is felt. In general, the film, worthy of the nomination of the best of the worst, looks like the fruit of the work of cheerful metropolitan cinematic majors, in their school days pestering teachers with hatching lessons, which are now delayed, placing on it at last their still educational sympathy, on Fyodor our Mikhalych - very long, long wrote, almost impenetrable for our rapid century, without missing a single detail and abusing complex sentences.