Confrontation at its core Soon warrants will be issued... Well, now about the hut. We have plots at work outside the city. That's where I am. I'll move it to the cottage. Oh, and I made a deal about yours. Our boss will. Demolition.
- You can't. She kept us warm for years. You were born here. Grew up. The mother in her died... No, I won't sell. Sin.
- This sin, Dad, is worth a few hundred rubles. . .
- What do you think of other people's money for? Count yours... Heirs... You, Father, when you're going to die, sign it off to the Peace Fund. They will stop coming to you immediately.
"White Dews", 1984, dir. I. Dobrolyubov
The Digger is the Digster. The film received 10 awards in its country. Including for directing, cinematography as the best film.
Everything in this picture is a confrontation in its essence. Like white to black. Like night day. Like joy. That’s just the viewer will have to figure out the rightness and priorities for themselves. I hope for age. A point of view, citing. Pointing to proximity. You're right? Did you make a mistake, recklessly succumbing to a minute rush? Youth is an experience. And proves it. He's sloppy. And it suffocates that there is urine.
The problem of fathers and children is once again a volley to the audience. On a new turn, all the same. Same thing. What does that mean? This means that the fever of blood by age-related pulsation - do and only then - think. Ego in tears - I want, let me, let me. And immediately grinned - just pulled, stunned, not allowed. And immediately an explosion of nerves response to the list, dissent. Take your time... Take your time... Slow down... in the alternative of judgment.
That's the director's palette of this Greek drama. It's viscous, it's hard to get close. Is it even possible? It’s hard to see what’s happening looking at the screen. Is it possible to master the story in two hours without a little?
Father and son lament each other. Tonight. For the first time in twenty years, they are one step closer in soul kinship. They're looking. Looking. Who are you? Who are you?
And the situation, meanwhile, is clearly not for praise in celebration. The mother died and the son came to inherit half the land with a forest farm. We'll sell it, and we'll share the pittances, you don't mind -- Dad! Yeah, I don't think so. .
The confrontation is a brewing bulge. Land or money? Blood or coins? Civilization is breaking its hands. The space invades the thicket closed from human eyes. Speed at rest tries to shorten. The roar of the motor roars at the chicken depriving the harvest of eggs... And so on and so on and so forth. The author's language deciphers these texts for careful recognition of scenes. Got it? Got it? Okay, then. What's the final? A common problem by uniting or resolving a dispute between the parties? The intrigue lives almost to the credits of the tape.
Festival film for the jury and a small number of thinking audience.
6 out of 10