Three sisters. Chekov. I did not appreciate his plays, although they are revered as classics. Please forgive me. Although I consider the stories masterpieces, especially the so-called 8th volume (in the old edition). And here's a movie by Chekhov, Three Sisters. At first I thought it was a Fomenko show. But no. It was the French. Directed by Valeria Bruni-Tedeschi. I remember her from Ozonov’s film Farewell Time, unexpectedly human and touching. The actress is good, smart, natural, intelligent, beautiful. And this play turned out to be alive, as a real film should be. An ordinary philistine-noble family lives in the province and yearns for Moscow. Or rather, the sisters are longing. Which, of course, will long for Moscow, only at the ball or in the vernissage. They have no love for God, no love for Him, no love for Him, no love for Him, no love for Him. The heroes of the plays lead some random meaningless conversation, drop the crown meaningful phrases. All the time they talk about the need to work, really doing nothing. Of all the heroes, only one bright image is Natalia Ivanovna, a predator and hamka, who sooner or later will undoubtedly become the mistress of the house. Everyone else doesn't. But the film, unlike the play, is shot freely, with very light breathing. Even the scenes of the sisters on pots or in dezabilya do not warp, oddly enough. Apparently, this is the director’s taste, intuition, the ability to stay on the edge. In general, the film, unlike the play, liked it. I wish V. Bruni-Tedeschi success in further directorial work.
8 out of 10