Invading the other world without demand I'm going to see you. I'll explain everything. I don't want to read anymore. . .
- What? How's it going? Is everything okay?
- It's safe and sound. It’s such a damn thing that, straight, take a hat and get away.
- How is that?
- Yes, your friend, daughter... On sound reflection, of course, she is a pankin. No one will argue about it, but it will not be said in anger, God rest her soul. . .
- What? What's the daughter?
- She let Satan in. The fear is that there is no scripture. . .
'Viy', 1967, dir. K. Ershov, G. Kropachev
A young director at a crossroads. What to do? What surprises the audience? What amuse me? There are no secrets for humanity in this age. What miracles are captivating? What else? Something extraordinary. Something shocking. Questions, questions to yourself. I need a theme. Strong, loyal. Chance, a clue. Death is a halo mystery. Get engaged to her. Make an alliance with her. And get it under control. Isn't it scary? Not afraid? It's Death! Nope. Nothing like that. 'Documentary. Ghostbuster' is an immersion into the underworld. To dig, to move, to work properly moth eaten. What rattle skeletons from grandparents have we inherited? For so many centuries, in the closets and chests of whoa, what material has been accumulated. Or maybe.
Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol’s student-philosopher Homa Brutus had one night of recrimination at the coffin of the deceased pannochka in order to lose & #39; himself. No, this has to stop. I don't. I won't. I won't. No strength. Fear and fear in contact with another world spew cold. Two nights is a feat. Daylight and night are two very different realities. And it was there, in the old dilapidated church, that the realization of the fragility, flimsyness of being and the real value of one’s own life came. Where else, no matter what, to weigh yourself on the scales of fate? In such circumstances - a penny, altyn, hryvnia - the maximum price for the soul. No more. Who do you trust?
Nowadays, these days, careless flirting with the supernatural looks like entertainment. Mystical teachings are intertwined with witchcraft practices, religious dogmas are generously sprinkled with occult worship. Shamanism, voodoo, esotericism, magic, spiritualism, hypnosis, pentagrams, astrology... Choose as you wish. Funny. 'Entertainment'
All this was decided by Zhenya Morozov & #39; to launch & #39; in a satiated, overfed with sensations screen audience. You mix one, two, three like a kitchen salad and the dish is ready. You let the fog, dryness practice, real stories flavoring - the material is ready. Put brick by brick in the wall in the revelations - the audience will not be bored. Eureka!
Having come into contact with the witch, and even ' insulting' her, Homa Brutus from N.V. Gogol brought trouble on himself - until he takes revenge, the evil will not calm down. He'll chase. The genie is thus released from the bottle.
Intrigue ' Documentary. The Ghost Hunter & #39; has similar outlines. Stupidly, in the heat of enthusiasm - ' gin is produced '. A little click into another reality is wider, wider, wider. More. More! More! A trio of cinematic friends think they're still on their way, but in fact they're already here. There. In the twilight zone. It's already submerged. Something's been disturbed, someone. There is no way back... She, this twilight zone, has a sticky veil thrown at them. And it does. Unexpectedly. Spontaneously. Suddenly. First episode, where do we start? How do we shock the suffering? Cemetery report. All right? What happens after midnight among the graves and crosses? Ghosts? Troubled souls? Ghosts? 'The Living Dead'? What if we talk to the gatekeeper? I am sure he will share the revelations... And ' Adventures' Begins.
The director of the series made a bet on the story-report of a man at the camera. The brother, the same director, tries to develop the plot by acting as a presenter and commentator at the same time. Going deeper into his own idea, penetrating it, he seems to get stuck in a swamp. Warm, flimsy, walking underfoot. Failing, surprised, but walking... They talk to him. They're talking to him. A different language. Image language. Got it? You know? Got it? So what? Coming? You okay? Okay. And a different reality, flickering in the here and now. First warning. Second warning. Showing yourself as it is in the mirage... So how? Still not cool? Well...
Homa Brutus, realizing the hostage of what situation he is, realizing that life hangs in the balance, tried to do everything in his power to get out of the web - and ran away from the farm, and went to the pan. And what will be the end of the denouement at '. Ghostbuster & #39;? Through repentance? Through insight? What has the author prepared?
Movie atmosphere, good. Entourage of the mystical - in moderation ' horrors'. It's more reflection than horror in dissection. In simple terms, ' for three' young cinema is looking for themes for the vibrations of others. Please, please, entertain. You don’t expect more from this movie.
7 out of 10