Different kalachi from the same stove We have to go to Moscow. Moscow has all the power! I'm going to go to Moscow a little bit. . .
'Brother', 1997, dir. A. Balabanov
- You said that the city is a force, and here everyone is weak.
- The city is an evil force. The strong come and become weak. The city is taking power. So you're missing...
'Brother', 1997, dir. A. Balabanov
From province to capital with ambitious plans. Show yourself, see people. What could be more attractive to youthful maximalism? From the stove, these dances. From mom and dad in the comfort of satiety to independent storming of heights. No insurance up. Only for strength of hands and dexterity, calculation. Well, the head, of course, should be included, to the maximum. To catch on. To hold on. But slippery, slippery on the stage of the Moscow wings. If you want to climb a mountain as a climber, cut the steps one by one. Otherwise, collapse. Or fall. You can't do that here.
Two more brothers in the conquest of the one that ' does not believe in tears'. Blood relatives are not matched Balabanovsky Sergey Bodrov and Viktor Sukhorukov. Here the scale of personalities is more down to earth. And the faces of the guys are not so glossy for covers, unrecognizable. Each of them, strangely enough, for himself. The bustle of the big city is the dividing line - you go left, I go right. There is no time for sentimentality. And extra money, for 'sponsored gifting', too. You make a fuss. Sorry. Bye.
Drama pro ' yesterday' and 'today'. With memories of a cloudless childhood and the frosty severity of Arbatskaya 'drawing' in the present. Everything is like everyone, everything is like everyone with examiners in life lessons, with assessments of actions ' from the sum, and from prison, do not deny' And a friend-comrade, the school bench is not divided by water, either for luck or for misfortune by the finger of fate 'dadenny'... Mother Rus ranks 'Be healthy!'
Simplicity of presentation of the material by the director does not even look like 'cinema'. Well-coordinated personnel whirlwind creates the effect of watching the walk of a friend, friend, but no picture character in the on-screen fun of the viewer. Valerka Romeev, Vadka Romeev - almost from the neighboring courtyard immigrants. Isn't it? And the story is about what? About weekdays. About us. Someone got up. Someone couldn't. Someone got dropped. Someone fell through. And the bustle of the metropolis, attached to the wrappers of colorful fantasy - girls, nightlife, drinks, cars ... How much is allowed each? Or maybe it's for the bad guy. Is it time to go home?
What else? The music was extraordinary. It’s like it’s not music at all. It's like squeaking across a canvas. Something it reminded Eduard Artemyev in ' Stalker' A. Tarkovsky. Nope? But it seems. Looks like it.
6 out of 10