Word and deed, faith and... Tracked in the wake of real events. It feels like the filmmakers wanted to thank the doctors, did everything that filmmakers can do for those they admire.
In the frame of the Novosibirsk state clinic. It is the same as everywhere else in “optimized” medicine.
By the way. Is there any medical care?
Or is the art of physicians not called "service"? The viewer is asked not to believe that no one will lend a helping hand to the last line. No one will. And no one can explain why the unbelievers are worse off than those who believe in the good. There is no explanation.
The pure in heart do, not fuss with words. The viewer is encouraged to believe that having a diploma does not make a doctor a doctor. Neither rubles, nor posts, nor flowers this special property is not measured - another measure is needed.
In the hospital, one baby gets better, another child is ill - life on the balance, and there are too few specialists. Not enough medicine. And mothers in hysteria want to at least believe in a miracle.
And our objective reality allows us to hope not for the icon, dusting behind the closet since the wedding day, but for the daily exhausting sacrifice by doctors.
Audience, do you believe that happens? Trust me. The film is based on real events. Audience, you don't believe it anymore? Look back in anger—everyone who has a hand in the “optimizational” extermination of faith, hope and love in medicine has a name and a surname. There are names for whom faith and duty are not words.
What are you going to do when it gets worse for you? Hysteria is easy. Plowing, not melting emotions, is much more difficult.
And it was not so easy to make a great little movie and not fake in any frame, not a single sound.
They'll sing you a song under the credits. So that you, even very angry, do not lose a person in yourself.
10 out of 10