Really? Really? “Suicide” of Leningrad television is a super-unique film. Personally, I can not name anything like this in Soviet cinema.
I hooked this “exhibit”, deciding to view all the indicated (and available) in the filmography of my favorite actress – Natalia Yurievna Danilova (bow to the earth for the work of the eighties!!).
Buying a line in the description of the investigation into the death of a student involved in currency transactions. There was nothing foreshadowed...
Oh, this charming dance in the first frames is almost the only participation of Natalia Yurievna in the picture. It would seem that life “runs the key” – and suddenly suicide? And then, "suddenly."
It's like "What"? Where? When?
- Question connoisseurs: "Name the first Soviet film about currency prostitution in the USSR."
– “Intergirl” of 1989 by Pyotr Efimovich Todorovsky.
- The answer is incorrect and the cash prize is sent to...
Maybe I'm wrong, though. And some of the extrakinomans will remember some forgotten Soviet film of the 1920s. There may be “surprises” there too! We will have to make a clarification – the first Soviet film about currency prostitution in the USSR of the era of developed socialism.
But whatever clarifications I make will not change the main thing – “Suicide” will “tear” the Soviet audience. I assure you, my friends. Take a look and see for yourself.
No, no exposure, and, God forbid, the processes of “input-output”. Everything, as it should be in the USSR, is so chaste that if you do not turn on the sound, you can think that the picture is about anything but prostitution. There are even girls of easy behavior of such a cut, as if frightened overripe students-Komsomol, “baked” on the asset for something they do not understand. But not at the bust of Lenin, but at a table in a bar among imposing elderly men of clearly not domestic content. (Yes, Soviet actors could play convincingly even without words and visual examples for example!) And only the actions of the two characters will bring dissonance to the general decent landscape - a kind of type in the original performance of Mikhail Danilov and a courtly woman in a boudoir coat with "arrogantly cold fish eyes."
But if as a soundtrack to include the unpretentious music of Ennio Morricone (yes, the maestro wrote not only super hits for megablockbusters, but also something simpler!) and any dialogue in Italian, then we will “revive” the Italian film of the 1970s a little spicy inside, scouring the vices of the inhabitants of the Apennine Peninsula. And in this case, the dissonance will include the character of Nikolai Ivanov with clearly domestic content, visible behind a mile.
P.S. This, probably, was only in us in the USSR – “to choke on saliva” in the pronunciation of “fabulously beautiful” words: Rome, Venice, Adriano Celentano, Ornella Muti, “Martini”, “Cinzano” and, finally, “Felicita”. Without even knowing that at the same time in the "promised" Italy, judging by their own films, for obvious reasons not shown on the Soviet screen (and our people then still poked their tongue: “What foreign masterpieces are now not missed by the Soviet censorship, if missed such good quality!!!), on the roadside, mothers “rented” their daughters. Since “you always want to eat”, but not always the economy of the state allows you to implement it in more decent ways.
P.P.S. From a personal perspective, I can say even more. I’ve never seen a Soviet movie show menu that makes you think about “the virtues of a foreign way of life.” Although, it seems, in the same Italian film all the same "favorite" not fully dressed aunts against the background of not fully dressed uncles ... Maybe I saw the wrong thing. Namely, the fighters with the unsurpassed crushers of Evil, which acted as everything that in our Soviet view (well, no way!!) could not be in our reality: fabulous and fantastic characters or, in extreme cases, very bad odious personalities from the "Dragon Island". After such views "for the ruble" one half of the students of the school "became" fans of martial arts, and the second - terminators and universal soldiers. (I almost forgot, there was also the “third half”, who walked in all black and, pulling a dark “cockerel”, with scissors made eye slots, to the very shoulders, deftly climbed in the gym along a thick rope to the hook with an ecstasy cry: “I am a ninja!!!”) Meanwhile, the everyday life of the Soviet school slowly but surely slipped to the weekdays of the Canadian “Class 1984” (I do not recommend it for impressionable people and people under 35 years old). My gaze was "taken away" from all this to another "Look", in which I bewilderedly saw the "mistakes" of the "knights of the hammer and sickle": "Really!?" Really?? My ship of life descended from the stocks into the ocean of thunderstorms of the 1990s, in which the currency prostitution of the Soviet “Suicide” will be just a naive children’s game in the sandbox.
10 out of 10