Amentia plus autism squared One day my father-in-law asked me, 'What is a brave man?' Trying to get the wording closer to the truth, I naively assumed: 'He who is not afraid of anything?'. 'No! Only the imbecile is not afraid of anything. A brave man is one who has overcome his fear. '
In other words, every normal person has fears. Some people are afraid of things that are not dangerous, like the dark. The fear of insects is more justified: they may not look the most pleasant way, and some of them can bite or even fatally poison. But perhaps the most real and justified fear has to do with insanity and its consequences.
This long prelude is directly related to 'Ainudism' - an animated film about a non-existent disease, named after director Sergei Ainutdinov. The viewer, not being prepared for viewing properly, on the first frame will drown in fear and anguish: under the soul-stricken music on the screen the walls of a crazy house are shown.
The main character is the head doctor, himself partially plunged into widespread madness. His psyche is so deformed that reality through his eyes takes on forms inconceivable to a healthy person. The patient’s body may suddenly fall off the head. Or the earthly attraction in patients is replaced by the heavenly - as a result, they go for a walk around the light bulb. All other people's mental disorders are seen by the psychiatrist as colored spots that seek to seep into the brain, and black spots rush down his sleeves - perhaps what he lives with himself.
The job of the head doctor is to force the treatment of undesirables. The patient must sign the consent, after which the power over him completely passes to the doctors. Enrolled for treatment is clearly quite healthy, but, realizing all the despair, very scared of what is happening, pathetic and weak-willed. The result is predictable: consent and a ward similar to a prison cell.
The doctor is also treating. There are patients' brains right in front of him. In reality, it would be frightening to see how the human brain is straightened with a comb, rotate them like a Rubik's cube, and even more so as cut with a kitchen knife into the thinnest layers. Here it is presented in the form of cynical irony, which, if you think about it, is no less terrible and cruel.
However, our hero is not a crazy Ripper Doctor. He is the father of three children whom he loves dearly and seeks to feed. Sometimes he thinks that the whole country in which he lives is like a madhouse (but only because he has seen nothing else, and perhaps for many years), and if he were its ruler, he would grant everyone freedom, forever untiing the sleeves of straitjackets.
Alas, his work is not as bright as the thoughts of his distorted mind. He knows that many patients will never leave these walls. He forces them to voluntarily sign a sentence to increase their effectiveness. And only the signature appears on the form, with a smug smile calls the orderlies. The closed circle, in which it is no longer possible to distinguish healthy people from patients, continues to rotate. . .
Now that you have read all this and perhaps watched the cartoon about the most terrible thing that can happen to a person (along with the death of all relatives and loved ones or any other disaster that destroys the personality), think, are you afraid? If not, try imagining yourself as a patient in this clinic.
