not over seven mountains A riot of pink, blue, yellow, malachite. Instead of static long plans - super-energetic, vital installation. Instead of a solitary cello – a rattling mixture of musical styles from Tamil pop hits to Finnish lullabies. Here the heroes perform acrobatic pirouettes, moving along the planes of two trains going towards each other. Here, the rat is given elite alcohol from a tablespoon so that it can warm up after a tropical rain. Here they sleep in trees, kidnap brides, seek love for thousands of years, and find, lose again. A meeting in an empty car, rushing through the night and rain of a train, two random fellow travelers fly at the speed of the express from the attraction - a duel to a high parable. That life is infinite and valuable in itself. A man and a woman have a thousand reasons to break up and only one to be together – love. The fact that the most modest, small, self-serving, fearful person carries an incredible reserve of heroism.
No wonder: one of the fellow travelers is 32 years old. He returns home from his job in Dubai to his 8-year-old son, whom he has never seen before, to kiss for the first time. The other is 8822. He conquered death. And in each century he has a new name, which he can no longer remember. And in every century he is looking for the same main love. The painting is a hymn to bad taste. Demonstrative, provocative, provocative. Anthem of life, in which the main embodiment of the value of being is entrusted to the rat and its cubs. And do not care about the rules of refined artistic taste. Everything in which life and love boil, a priori acquires high meaning. The film is burlesque, the film is a cocktail, the film is the elixir of life.