A poetic parable of the prose of life On April 11, a beautiful and succinct Russian film “Where the Sea Flows” was released.
Composition: 60 minutes of meaning and aesthetics.
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Until our cinema reaches a completely new level, the viewer will not cease to fear what is behind the phrase “Russian film”. And all the better if you're ready to see failure in advance and you get a really good thing. Although, I confess, I was interested in the annotation for a long time, so the expectations were immediately quite high.
A certain businessman named Andrei comes to the office of a girl named Irina from a certain media to interview. However, a man from the threshold limits it: no more than 30 minutes - and disperse. Irina’s answer is ready: then we don’t ask questions, I play the piano – you listen. It's a good interview. More of them, especially in the morning.
As a result, the process of communication is divided into four parts, during which the girl plays the piano. Each of the four parts is about the most important: about love, about gratitude, about justice and about happiness. Irina begins to play - and on the screen there is a story, each time about different people, in different interiors and, of course, with different music.
These are four incredibly beautiful and short, yet complete, stories, each of which tells about vital things. Here is the story of mother and daughter, here is the story of the old man, here is the story of mother and son. It seems that each concept has its own specific features, clear parameters, but the film proves the opposite: things that are fundamental for a person are very twofold, and nothing has one rigid definition.
Each of us puts a different meaning in the words “love” or “happiness”. And we rarely think that love is necessary for everyone, and happiness is sometimes built on several layers of sorrow and hardship. We may forget what gratitude is, and we may not know what justice is. However, both of these are true.
The movie is very beautiful. It is difficult to write a lot about what defies verbal description.
Everything in it is thought out to the smallest detail. At least a full meter - and so well built, not to complain. The music really fits the concept we’re talking about right now. The costume designer is bravo: such a color combination that neither the time to determine, nor the genre, nor the country does not work. But the exact hit in terms of the atmosphere - you notice this work, even if you are not used to meeting clothes and generally the appearance do not attach any importance.
The color scheme itself, despite the fact that all stories are fundamentally different, remains integral, organically woven, as if from one plot follows another. Different actors and different characters - as if all about the same speech, and so it is extremely easy, very clear from the screen convey simple truths. And you know something about yourself, about yourself, about millions of people like you, and about millions of people who are not like you. And, perhaps, you get a sense of the integrity of the world: all over the planet it is these things that bother any single person.
It's only 60 minutes. And not one extra.