To stumble into a Facebook feed is not a video - an episode from a film seen as a child and a couple of times since revised, to understand how much you miss it. Think: but not out of nowhere came the idea, out of something it came? Find Rudy Strahl's play, read and marvel. It's very simple. A kind of social experiment: to invite people who want to enter into a marriage relationship, before comprehensively considering whether it is worth it.
Of course, how could it be otherwise? Maybe otherwise there wouldn’t be so many divorces (and the human race would be extinct, aha). Well, I guess until we're in danger. The institution of marriage is dying. In the primordial sense, when spouses, like two oxen in one team (su- “so”, joint, spring – harness) pull the yoke through life. There is no need for joint work and existence dictated by the patriarchal order. Now a person can easily survive autonomously, without binding himself to a thousand duties and obligations.
Then why get married? I don't know, maybe they want to be together forever. Although this couple will soon part. In socialist Germany (Yes, the forgotten word GDR) the term of compulsory military service was one and a half years, Adam had to go to the army. And Eve is waiting for him as his wife. The court, with the help of the Defender and the Prosecutor, tries to find out how conscious and weighed the decision of the couple.
Plates of pink dreams: met in a campground, helped to remove a splinter, took a friend with an attack of appendicitis to the hospital, after bathing and sunbathing. The Prosecutor's bold experiment reveals that Adam cannot drink. Also, don’t rely too much on its monogamy. The appearance of witnesses - the same friend and ex-boyfriend of Eva. A small scandal ends with finding out that the witnesses fit each other more than the first couple and than they thought.
The play's finale is interactive. Bold innovation. Spectators must vote on whether to let the young marry (the blessed scoop, even German). Three options, oh, well, it'll be about the play. Because there's a movie. And he's a masterpiece. That rare case, when the embodiment is better than the literary basis. It is very rare, because of the order.
This is the eighties, gentlemen. Thirty-four years have passed. Yes, during this time they managed to become morally obsolete and go into the category of slightly funny, but more annoying rarities, hundreds, thousands of things. The Olympics-80, the cult "The Shining", but this antiquity and the genius of the material, coupled with the directorship of Kubrick and the play of Nicholson, do not pull the film out of the temporary niche. Or our "Through Thorns to the Stars," oh God.
And here, I did it yesterday. And this film is so modern. Not the slightest patina raid. Stylish bright, concentrated live video sequence. A series of successive mise-en-scene scenes, each of which is perfection. The acting ensemble is also perfection, whoever you take separately, but what they do together, it is incomprehensible to the mind, how good. And the music of Michael Tariverdiev on top of everything. And the immortal Shakespearean sonnets.
Just one more thing. Grace of the leopard and the mad energy of the young Alexander Solovyov, Adam. Twenty-eight, almost twenty years before the ridiculous death of a derailed life. The purest water diamond, from which piece by piece will break off tiny sparks. As long as it doesn't dust. This is his life and his right to do as he sees fit. I wanted to burn him down. Thank you for keeping it.