Don't judge Sometimes you need to pay for your sins here and now, and the cinematic illusion is erased by harsh reality. At the beginning of the century, my duties as an executive committee employee included overseeing the cultural program of educational institutions. Once came the directive to organize a meeting of high school students with former prosecutor Valery Soroko, who is presenting his book “Save Our Souls” and the film “Burn”, filmed on it. The meeting left me with a rather painful impression.
In the mid-eighties, the case of the maniac Mikhasevich thundered over quiet Belarus, who for more than a decade raped and killed women (38 proven murders). For his crimes, 14 completely innocent people were convicted, some of whom committed suicide. For this, the entire prosecutor's elite of the republic was deprived of positions, four were tried, one - the same Valery Soroko - was given real 4 years in prison (he served in Nizhny Tagil, for VIPs). After serving time, he went into business, and with his money began to whitewash the broken name.
In the film “Burn” the prosecutor (Vladimir Steklov) is thrown at a minor by the elder in the cell. After a couple of weeks, the investigators figure out that he was set up - and released with a clear conscience. And during this time, he teaches fellow inmates not to rat on the hair dryer, call each other by name, not to obey prison customs. And the most burned recidivist (five walkers) respectfully calls him a Man.
The picture turned out, as you would expect, penny and fake. Filmed in a chamber setting in the literal and figurative sense, it evokes a smile even from ordinary viewers of the police series. For example, minors in the cell guards issued a knife with which they repair dolls. At night, from another cell, opening the lock with a key key, sometimes shaved-headed skeletons climb out, walk along the corridors, climb into neighboring “glasses” for knife disassembly. And the most respected convicts are those arrested for rape, which they brag about right and left. No, this is not thrash, this is supposedly the reality of the Soviet checkpoints. By the way, the maniac theme is inconspicuous dotted. In a couple of scenes, the prosecutor allegedly recalls a detail - scattered oranges, which revealed the truth - and that's all. Poor Steklov did not even really understand how and who to play - whether Major Pronin, or Leopold's cat.
The plot was not much clarified by the book presented to me by comrade Soroko V. 90% of the text there is about a scapegoat, who was demonstratively punished for nothing - fabricated "maniac" cases that crossed out the life of more than one ordinary person. In the speech, which was like a monologue of a bullying first-grader “it’s not me, he was the first to call names,” the former prosecutor remembered God, Stalin’s repressions and mutual responsibility, proudly reported on successes in business and donations to the church. In general, do not judge or judge. However, to the questions of schoolchildren, did he not dream of the eyes of the convicts, something nervous, quickly wrote a dozen books and rushed somewhere, probably a person was busy.
And blue thin books with a dramatic photo on the flyer were not successful. A couple of years later, these covers were seen among a pile of waste paper, on duty collected by the next generation. And the film did not find recognition, despite some rented prize. Even Belarusian television, not spoiled by prime ministers, is not eager to show soul-saving opus on state channels, although crime has long sunk a cancerous web into the broadcast format. But the director Boris Shadursky, who filmed the once beloved by many Belarusians “Bus Driver” (with a green Kharatyan, by the way), the tape seems to have finished its career.
