When only the deck of the ship's blood of the Motherland Hey. I'll follow you. Russians do not abandon their own in the war.
- What? What war?! Did you hit the head?
Brother 2, 2000, dir. A. Balabanov
Movie of sadness. Movie of sadness. Movies, almost despair. It is a pain from the inside that awakens the viewer. Close to the documentary, it is as if in secret peeking at what is happening. Reality, opened up by the drama of history. There's a little acting here. Or even less. It was as if from the street came one by one characters in the frame. And stuck. They live, they move, they talk about themselves. It's simple. No big deal. Emotional coloring - at a minimum. Feelings with strings in their fist. Not a single note in the weeping of a moan from his plight.
A civilian ship with three Russian sailors on board for months in idle raiding a Peruvian port. Captain, Starmech and Kok are the woefuls of the uncertainty of their fates. No team. The team's long gone. The shipowner in Murmansk and especially does not care about the fishing shaland located on the other side of the world. Arrest? Debts? Force majeure? Yeah, something. Some problems and paperwork absorbed the essence of the matter. Unsurprising.
Deeper and deeper is the daily awareness of his helplessness. The uncertainty is compounded by lack of money. What about? What do we do? Contact the embassy? This option is not being considered. Why isn't it being considered? Therefore, it is already exhausted, tried or inappropriate at all. Wait? But what? But how much longer? Representatives of local authorities raise the issue of forced, as well as voluntary emigration. All conceivable terms of stay in a foreign country have expired. Decide, think, weigh all the pros and cons.
That's the nerve of this painting. Here are the circles of the hell of confession. It's a choice of either-or. Or maybe this is it?
In 2000, Danila Bagrov uttered a sacramental phrase - Russians do not abandon their own in war. Yes, it was-was this at Alexei Balabanov in "Brother-2". It wasn't the war there then. Not war. He, this boy, was recently from the war. And measured the world by the laws of honor, conscience, help, outstretched hand.In 2019, Russians do not abandon their war, it does not even seem to be a literary axiom. It turns out that some good wishes, throw. Drop it! Drop it! Oh, yeah. "We are all sailors" - this is about abandoning!
The tragedy of the situation is doubled with the understanding that the shore of the Fatherland, the very distant, native one, where the mother’s breast was fed completely “does not smile” to return. There's nothing to go back for. There's no adult man for tomorrow. He wandered that, apparently, in the seas, not from a good life, was pushed from the shore, the ship deck became his home. Outside the walls of these bulkheads, he's nobody. He's nothing. Dust on the ground.
The film, in its nerve, in its torment resembling the distant "Running" (1970) - General Roman Khludov, General Grigory Charnota ... turret, forced emigration, pain of losing the Motherland, nostalgia ... And no prospects. Absolutely. At least howling at the moon. Where does the director have such a knowledge of the Russian soul? Where is this feeling coming from?
Short phrases and long, long views. Slowness bordering on inhibition. Today is like yesterday. Almost a repeat. No wonder everything stopped, everything froze, dozed off. Sadly, in such circumstances, it’s hard to... There it is. I've come to the final end. Groaning, nervous, screaming director knocks into our hearts. Give it to him. Let him in. And you too.
P.S. What is surprising is that Peru and the Dominican Republic are the countries producing this product. They are not talking to us about Americans or Panamanians, about Russians, about our sailors. Where is the story, I want to ask? Practice? From the world around us? Oh, Rus, you are my Rus, grievous ...
7 out of 10