It's a liver, baby. Not so long ago, I noticed one persistent trend in Russian cinema. If the director (who is starting or has already shot more than one picture) takes up the shooting of a film with the theme “teenagers in the 90s (+ optionally criminal-romantic component)”, then he safely fails her.
No, the criminal component, as a rule, remains in order (the theme is run and in itself is simple). Romance is a romance in Africa. The failure is precisely in the communication between these same teenagers and the description of their way of life, appearance, slang and so on and so on.
So failies and creators of the world! Friendship! Gum!, when in the early 90s children from a provincial impoverished city wear bangs in one eye, dress in expensive clothes, speak in the jargon of the 2000s, their mothers work as accountants for semi-criminal authorities or it is unclear what they trade in the city market (it is clear what, clothes, but it is not clear from where they are taken, since shuttles or the presence of the owner from the “seller” is shown a little more than nothing).
About the same files in Stories of a startup. The creators of the film do not say in which city it takes place until the middle of the action. In the entourage, everything is presented as a province. However, by the 40th minute, the city is Peter. Heroes as if they do not really understand where they live, in places behave ridiculously. Pitying 400-500 rubles to the school teacher for the assessment, easily give a thousand! (in the 1st half of the 90s, Karl!) at the first request of some pseudo-glamorous maid (dressing and making-up, for some reason, like a pin-up model from the 60s), only because she lit them her fillet. I thought it was a joke, and they'd send her away on such a demand, no, really. The brother of one of the GG, who for some reason is fed with a spoon, although he is not mentally retarded, but only a wheelchair. And in general, his face is so full of health, although it is mentioned that most organs fail from childhood. In one of the scenes, a beer from a brother and a company generally cries out, and it is evident from the satisfied face that he (the beer) is already familiar with him.
However, the main characters play, and the rest of the actors are generally not bad. Sergey Makovetsky does not know how to play well. Daniil Vakhrushev is the same everywhere, a la Petrov, but such consumer roles click like nuts. I've already trained. Disgustingly played only the policeman-father of one of the heroes, so squeeze in the scene of the scandal you still have to manage. Although the director may have asked for it, it cannot be ruled out. Thank goodness there is not much in this movie.
In general, the film looks without vomit, but the desire to review completely discourages the overall clumsiness of the action, weak, with the permission to call it so, the plot, absurdities and blunders. So, it is not clear where the guys in the last half hour sharply got money for their own company with furniture and office, expensive suits and mobile phones. Specifically, the fact of the sale of the body made in the name was not shown to us. And the mention of cheap Dillinger quotes to the place and not to the place at all by the end of the film was already infuriating. By the way, the book cover which a couple of times flashed in the frame clearly not the early 90s of the publication, and much later. Speaking of blunders.