The gift is either there or there isn't. There are many disappointments in life, and even more joys. And I was pleased with our domestic cinema, which, thank God, allowed the viewer, if desired, to first watch the film “Others” with Podkaminskaya, Smirnova-Martsinkevich and Safonov in the lead roles, and then spat and rubbed such a hack as the film “White Shaman”. The mention of Messing only increases the sadness and pain for such a weak directorial work.
The beautiful Cherdyntseva loses her colors and with difficulty pulls each series “by the hair” from a messy, crumpled plot. And Belyaev, Grebenshchikov and Lykov, are only puzzled and outraged - guys, what is going on here and what do you all need? In response, either astral movement or play of imagination with images.
Overdo it, gentlemen. They wanted to tell the viewer a lot, it turned out only puff.
The gift is either there or there isn't. And then you get another picture. Here are the possibilities for you, they took from the fantasy of the world "M", about which history is silent until the very end and leaves the viewer to grieve in his guesses, and the answers are shy for you, comrades. So this is the gift to you, to understand and know in a real sense that you can do this, too, is covered with mystery both for the viewer and for the chosen one, and besides, to control it with knowledge, the heroine, even with the mediation of the Teacher himself, is not very capable. Each time, with another lesson, and then a performance in public, she is relieved that she succeeded, people plunged into hypnosis, and apparently could be in a different state. All talent and all further work in the form of 'where the curve will lead'. Force control and control, as it was in the previously mentioned film The Others, where the gift was heredity, explanation, history, the holistic content of its owner, skillfully using its capabilities and for a variety of purposes, always with a voluminous result, in the same film, a drawing of huge dark holes of losing maneuvering between the swing of hands, chest timbre and the ball of the predictor of the future, throwing the heroine at every touch. Some lubricated shots, some guesses, some doubts, and the plot twist with the northern people, the blood of a deer and dancing with a diamond, this is the finish.
In general, it turned out a draft version of the fairy tale for young children, who by age and thinking need to look at a beautiful picture and delve less into its content. Only children grow up and begin to be interested in life, ask questions and want answers to them. There are too many questions and the least answers in this film.
Thanks for the movie. Enjoy your viewing, everyone.