There is money, there will be personal happiness, and there is no need to Not everything on post-Soviet television was good. Maxim Voronkov at the beginning of the creative (and catastrophically unsuccessful!) way somehow tried to remotely imitate comedies ten years ago, which went to the people as a classic. Some scenes (or rather, tiny fragments from scenes) in this film, because of their unassuming absurdity, look kind of cute and a little funny. Bribe nostalgic irony, music, shooting. And once even pronounced morality that life without dreams and love is meaningless.
But the rest of the "Fur coat - Baba Luba!" does not please. Play actors jump from sincerity to overplay or complete apathy. The humor in general leaves much to be desired. The plot, two lines of which are destined to intertwine into one, due to the inability of the director to create a suitable structure falls into pieces. And most importantly, the story itself suffers from complete scripted nonsense.
First, logic was shot in both legs. It turns out that the diamond found can be safely exchanged for money and then this money is quickly spent on anything you want. It turns out that you can drive a car without any problems in a very drunken state, and two little boys are able to teach a big drunk who won’t even know how to kick the spooks out of his apartment. It turns out that teachers who suddenly believe in themselves become very fallacious to male attention and are able to make the most extreme decisions literally at the first romantic meeting! This is the case.
Second, if the grandfather told his grandson one moral, he showed him another. You can dream and love, but if you have a lot of money, everything is achieved much faster. You don’t need to put them off, you don’t need to start a business, you don’t need to spend on something useful – you just need to spend like a pig. Food, clothing, appearance, and most importantly – women of all ages. It's all yours if you have the money. This is the case.
Perhaps in the distant post-Soviet times, this situation was perceived easily and cheerfully, but thanks to such a movie, it was already felt that the classic Russian comedy was dying. If he doesn’t die, he will die. Call it what you want. This is especially evident in the fact that subsequent films by Maxim Voronkov descended all his potential into the fetid hell of the absurd. So “Fur coat – the woman of Lyuba!” is not the worst thing that this director created. Not at all. Rather, an evil indulgence out of pity..
4 out of 10