Shopa — shocked, Lavronenko — disappointed Take yourself together, daughter of a samurai
Pull yourself together
Become quiet sounds from edge to edge
Pull yourself together, daughter of a samurai.
Pull yourself together
From edge to edge, the sounds become quiet.
An artist needs inspiration to create like air. So, fresh impressions should be streamed. Fountain! Waterfall! Do not water the flower - it will wither, dry completely. Where do you get myrrh for the soul? Everywhere! Communication, ideas, imagination, and also ... - the muse is necessary. And then, enthusiasm for novelty overrides logic, common sense, rationality. Recklessness comes to the fore. A slave crawls at his feet looking for favor. But the moment of satiety is fleeting. His time is short. Presumption is boring. And, a new muse... necessary. So the artists walk - from the muse to the muse, from the diva to the maiden. Forever! “Wanders of patience” is such a trap. “Wanders of patience” is a clouding of the mind in stupor. Hardly to "sado-maso" in peak flight. With weird quirks. A world of two in exploration.
In The Forgotten Flute Melody (1987), the situation was comical.
There's nothing between us, absolutely nothing. I'm just taking her corner.
- Don't talk about this to anyone but me, okay? To live with a young, beautiful woman you love and not to live with her is a perversion!
We have a dramatic thriller by confusing and unravelling his relationship with her!
Of course, the shop was a shock. No wonder. Shopa didn't make a sound. But how eloquent was it at the same time... So I want to be filled with delight - ah, Shop Shop Shop. What you are, after all, Shopa! Wordless, shy, silent, but eloquence, complete. Even in excess. From delight to hatred, I had to go through the film and return to enthusiasm. The role required it. All without words. It's just on the record. Shop!
Unfortunately, her partner disappointed her. Fake obvious from the first shot. I didn't believe the image. Which Lavronenko photographer? What "artist" is he? “Art historian” is Sergey Zverev, for example. Well, Valentin Yudashkin or Vyacheslav Zaitsev as a last resort. He is far from Alexander Vasiliev, as well as Nikas Safronov. It would be frankly ridiculous in red pants, raspberry jackets, with a bow scarf, in panties... Agreed? Here! Everything in me seemed to rebel against the imposed. I don't believe it!
What else caused that? I think that early, high-quality works in the cinema are clearly texture – “The Return” (2003), “Exile” (2007), “Liquidation” (2007). Is that where the lead cloud came from? Nope? He's a man with a faded gaze, so I'd probably say he is. In this case, “extinct” does not mean lifeless. Rather devoid of boyish illusions, saturated, impatient. Baggage baggage on his way, filled to the top. Love, family, divorce, death – everything has already happened. It's made of knots and tendons... They're still there, too.
And all this drama around the plot goes to hell. Under your feet. Crumbles to dust. Of course, for the viewer, accustomed to say the Indian cinema, here a lot will seem close, dear, believable. But the lubricant of serial melodrama is very clear. This is exacerbated by earlier, more qualitative “episodes” of the domestic production of similarities in “stories”. Remember, for example, “Hostage” (1990) by Sergei Ashkenazi or “Prison romance” (1993) by Yevgeny Tatarsky. Algis Matulionis and Alexander Abdulov could reverently expand their ranks dedicating "knighthood" for the skill of Konstantin Lavronenko, but the director, unfortunately, gave him a less respectable place. However, Alexandra Zakharova and Marina Neyolova are hardly ready to accept Maya Shop for such a “maid of honor”.
A movie for an unassuming audience. Lovers of melodramas in cup after cup, in mug after mug. It's just something to swallow. Pity. That's too bad.
5 out of 10