Any blessing is for your money. I have a fiancé for your Natasha. The groom is smart, handsome, trained in science abroad.
- Talkers? Pushchin? Obolensky. . .
- No, take it higher. I love him like my own son. Love him and you. Here he is, groom! Why, Godfather, did I have a good idea? Well, go kiss the bride. Why did you get that? Not happy...
- Oh, you're my baby! Oh, you're a child of ours, Natasha! Baby!
- Why did the wolves howl? Why did the wolves howl? I told you to be married!
The Tale of Tsar Peter Arapa Married, 1976 A. Mitta
You want to have a baby? No problem. You find a lady. You put an egg and sperm cocktail in it, that's all. It's done. Carry it! Nine months? Oh, yeah! Oh, shit! Can't we go faster? Nope? What is science thinking? What took you so long? It would be easier if today the "solution" and tomorrow the work "to the table". Here, "nate" - eat for health. Surrogate motherhood is kicking us today.
The institution of the family, the institution of marriage, such stereotyped structures, which were habitual until recently, are bursting at the seams in our century. What's happening to us? Is humanity getting younger this way? Degenerate? Evolving? How do you feel about all this? Test tube kids. Surrogate children. Children with same-sex moms-dads in birth, in upbringing. Habitual, isn't it? We're used to it. And there's no shock. Norma. Almost normal.
And how many copies were broken about the godson of Peter I, Ibrahim Hannibal - black as an anointing, when choosing a Russian constricted wife ... A child for the Beast? Oh, oh, oh! Lord, have mercy! Holy shit, I don't care. And now? A Negroid nation patterned by a dominant male? That's a reasonable option. Quite. Our ancestors did not understand the beauty of mixed colors. Didn't get it.
What's next? What else is absurd, are we capable of gardening? Maybe the mythical Centaurs, as well as goat people, Yeti and so on, and so on, are just tomorrow’s page of our revelation? You look at comedy in the American frame and feast on your thoughts. Where are you humanoids from Alpha Centauri? Answer me! Let's interbreed! Let's breed abracadabra!
It's simple. Everything is extremely accessible in the current movie "Together". Every whim is for your money. Want some? Please! No problem. How much are you willing to pay? Okay. It's a deal. I'm in. And the dollar equivalent of a service is hidden away. It's just a matter of fun.
“At forty-five, at forty-five, a woman of a berry again,” the Russian tradition is amusing. It turns out, in some American way, this axiom is also capable of being alive. And effective. And relevant. The man in the fifth ten “frog” wanted to get. Found a surrogate "container" for carrying an embryo, paid for the service rate and indulges in sweet expectations - now, soon... And at the same time, the "container" walks, and at the same time the "container" dances (well, or shows comprehensive care)... this is who likes it more, who likes it more.
Ironically and polemically the director with the viewer of his picture at the same time. And so, and this is crucified in the plot delights. Without vulgarity, without ambiguity feeds scene after scene. My stomach is growing. And so does our interest. What will happen? What's closer to the final? Intrigue? Oh, absolutely. But don’t forget, this is American America. And here, improvisation jokes, when the meter, the dollars, the payment is made, are not acceptable. You to me, I to you. No cheating. And not one iota away from the contract.
Laughing. Let's have fun. Smile.
6 out of 10