No foothold. No grounding. The West was much better then than it is now. There were not so many ethnic groups, there were cleaner streets. It was more pleasant. In Switzerland, you got your wallet back. They're not coming back. In Switzerland, you could leave a suitcase on the street and then come for it a day later. . .
A. Mitrofanov on both sides of the Kremlin curtain.
Is there a better place in Europe than this? Shocks, cataclysms bypass him. Heaven. As it is, the earth is a paradise for those who come here. Switzerland. The peace of two hundred years brought about by the guarantee of the neutrality of the state. Climate, resorts, Alps, banking system, milk chocolate, clocks... Here are the country's business cards. They're on everyone's lips. From school, from geography lessons. But that's not what this is about. 'Sarah plays a werewolf,' drama. That's right. Outward well-being, grief. Is that possible? Here? Now? Nothing human is alien to them.
A teenager in puberty. It's time for subtle vulnerability and sensual flourishing. Where's the foothold? Where is the grounding from the sparkling mirages of a wandering soul in uncharted corridors? No one can find a friend. No one can get support. Words hanging in the air without answer. Careful alienation of loved ones. Neither father nor mother is capable of dialogue. Smart, literate, advanced in their field, but callous, detached. Stuffed-up everyday life? Looks like it. And at school, Shakespeare is in class, and Romeo and Juliet are arguing to defend their point of view. And on stage, in an amateur studio, staging a play with a polygonal tirade of similar speeches. Everyone's the same. Everyone has a similar scenario... And a brother, once so close, so dear, who became distant, coarse... And a friend who prefers a woman to a man. A trap of freedom loop with a noose thrown around the neck. At least cry, at least scream. ..
Help! Help! Help!
Climate, resorts, Alps, banking system, milk chocolate, clocks... Switzerland.
Where is the exit from this holy abode? Where are the boundaries of glossy happiness? The director shares with the viewer the innermost problems of his own observation. They're from her own, yesterday's distant. Before the tragedy, one step.
7 out of 10
