Reviews on movie Po sledu vlastelina (2)

'The river is quiet, the river is a boat. The wild beast will sleep and go hunting. If you find it, if you find it, ask in a whisper, Where is the white soul? Where's the black soul? . . '

That's an amazing thing - the topic is extremely interesting, and the final sensations are very, very ambivalent. I think a talented person is talented in everything. But not all of them are equally talented. Of the four writers, none before the filming ' The Lord' had no experience with animals. There were wonderful musicals 'Spartak' (1977) at Derbenyov and exciting detective ' Golden mine' (1977) at Makarov. For Akimushkin and Kuzntsov, these are debut scenarios. I do not quite understand why it took 4 people to write a story from the life of the Ussuri region - so many interesting things have been written about it that you do not need to invent anything from yourself.
In my opinion, the film is strongly ' derailed' gangster' the story of Kogtev. Vladimir Samoilov is a great actor, but in this case, a former accomplice of the fascists is clearly not his role. With his famous ' positive charisma' he had nowhere to turn around. The same goes for Tatiana’s character. Lyudmila Zaitseva is too tight because of the duality of her heroine. 4 years as the husband went missing, and the war is over, and suddenly he announced. I assume that their love was strong, and that she closed her eyes to the military & #39; sins & #39; husband. But then Kogtev commits a despicable act, justifying it by chance & #39; and Tatiana believes him again, and leaves with him, literally, into the unknown. Extremely strange looks chain scenes ' captivity' Kogteva.

The precinct Mernov (who has been through the war!) looks like an amateur in the escort scene. The same goes for Agnia (Gulcha Tashbayev)’s desire to go to the taiga in search of Belov. Where is the police that is supposed to catch the killer? That is why the criminal history here greatly spoils the impression of the film, the main genre of which is ' film about animals'. The picture was shot in the same place as the magnificent 'Dersu Uzala'. But is it possible to put these films together? There is a poetic story about eternal values, about the spiritual kinship of man with nature, and here is the opposition of the purest spirituality to the ordinary thirst for profit. The richest animal world is shown as if through the sight of a hunting carbine. At any moment, you expect a bullet to end the life of a beautiful, graceful animal.

After the final scene, there is a strong feeling that the main character Vasily Andreevich Belov (Yuri Belyaev) is the main culprit of all the troubles of animals in the reserve! It's amazing, but it is. A zoologist with a special education comes from Moscow ' in a godforsaken land' to study the endangered species - the Ussuri tiger. A very noble and even good undertaking. But what does the viewer see in the final? The foreign line of the traitor Kogtev is strongly ' blurs ' the dominant story about animals. It is clear the desire of Artur Makarov to repeat his script success ' New Adventures of the Elusive' (1968), but after all ' The Lord' is not an action movie, this is a film about the unique beauty of pristine nature. Can this divine beauty be confused with human vices? .

. . Don’t beat your bloodthirsty, br/ You're wearing hunters on your hands. We like to eat meat in carbonate,
We love ham boar. . .

The law is taiga. At least it's been a long time. What is that? What do you eat him with? I don't understand. And if, say, the prosecutor is a bear. Okay, okay? A habitat where a gun is a companion friend, where the barrel is charged, brotherly help in a difficult moment. Faithful eye, smart mind, agility and observation of the amulet. He opened his mouth and swallowed the quagmire in an instant. He was too busy chasing and the swampy swamp will not let go. Is there not enough sensuality in these places of trappings for the despised caution? Beast, man or dashing unexpected meeting of the crossing of paths. Not all, like Ders Uzale, cordially exude in the mercy of selfless help.
The eastern tip of the country, the Ussuri taiga is wide in the heaps of the hills, moved one to another. The thickets and windbreaks of an untrodden forest with age-old giants propping up the sky. The silence of measured rest, the rupture of the murmur of water, on the rocky shoals. Deer roars in a call for a clash of the enemy, with the guardianship of a selected female. The boar has grazed wild pigs, bloated nostrils of sniffling in the groping of treats. The rustle of the rain, the beginning of the storm cannonade on the foliage. The rustling behind which someone's attentive eye, someone's intense tracking of prey. The usual routine for hundreds of subjects of these places, for its inhabitants. From the insect beetle to the royal majesty of the owner of these lands. . .

And people? What about people? There are them. Not enough. In the harmony of the neighborhood, a small settlement. Natural fishing, way of life. Hunting, fishing. Meat, fur. And to maintain order - precinct law enforcement agencies. The all-seeing eye.

It was decided to form a reserve. Protection of the inhabitants, the prerogative of these places. Tiger as a rare, endangered species in defense, with population surveillance. Is he the only one? Kabarga, marten, badger, squirrel ... empty storehouses under the onslaught of man. It's time to take care of it. And the mission of biologist Vasily Belov, sent to the mandate-instruction as appropriate.

The picture is full of adventure romanticism. With an intertwined detective story. Different destinies of the inhabitants of these places and therefore the paths laid are lined without parallels. The gold of the flushing format in the cache, the parabellum, the rupture of shots of taiga silence, the mechanical bow of a self-inflicted crossbow, the vengeance in the thirst for the murder of a neighbor - these are human manifestations of the bareness of the wires themselves. Yuri Belyaev and Vladimir Samoilov as white and black in opposition. Lyudmila Zaitseva and Gulbuston Tashbaeva muses for men's hearts. Good and evil. Selflessness and profit. Serving ideals and indulging your own ego. Day and night over the age-old expanses in a series of shifts. And the tiger, by the way.
Taiga, yes kilometers
The star is barely shining
Siberia, who will answer
If you scream. . .

7 out of 10