Under the shadow of Arcadia Where to run persecuted by evil bandits karate, who has no family, no girls, no collection of children's calendars. Even the face has changed, the look has become softer, the lips are plump. Of course, to the south, the sea, the sun, sand and free khachapuri. After all, there will always be a nice fat man in Odessa, who will cordially shelter, having torn out the police paws strained by bribes, and even with a lovely niece he will introduce, who even under water the laying looks cooler than mermaids. In addition, artists of the crumbling Soviet Union is not a sin to take to the resort, since there is a permanent shortage of goods and money signs in the country.
There were no stars in the team. And the agonizing state hardly allocated anything more than the subsistence minimum to the almost unknown director Vladimir Feoktistov. Let his "Fan" on fighting fishless pretty amused the growing population, but no one had any illusions for a bright future. That's why the frame wasn't rich. Spartanly harsh in its minimalism beach with battered mole. Liquid extras. Unsightly props, even those provided according to the scenario, walked in market sweatshops, went to the domestic automotive industry and snacked on white men. And I almost forgot about the four leased "Javy" for thin bikers of the local spill. With stickers a la "Paris-Dakkar" and "Castral", as it should be.
The class B fighter, which is Fan 2, rarely delights with a polished script or an original episode. But the film gave something to the next generation of filmmakers. For example, in an obvious slimestone episode, when the Kid is going to bite a couple of chebureks and drink them with a glass of juice. Returning to the table, he is surprised to notice how one very dark comrade confidently absorbs his lunch. After winning half, the character of Oleg Fomin suddenly notices with surprise that he made the wrong table, and the product is lonely stale nearby. Does any modern New Year’s film remind you of this?
And yet we gathered in front of the screens to admire the hand-foot waving. Not to say that Oleg Fomin is quite a kettle in this case, in My Name is Harlequino, Gopnik played quite organically, but Serebryakovsky steel charisma was noticeably lacking. Yes, and the fights themselves were raw, clearly smelled of hulking. And there was no other gingerbread - the love line reeked of marble monumentalism, humor jokes froze at the level of "You will say hello first, Filin!" Well, a healthy moronicism was present, where even without it, when, for example, our hero with a tank breaks on the tatami and growls to be served for a duel of specific radishes or the adventures of a reclaimed pistol.
From the heights of the current satiety, when the viewers spoiled with special effects got used to the whole variety of feasting presented on the screens, the purely perestroika "Fan 2" is curious only to individuals who found the cellars of video salons. Well, maybe more fans of Fomin or maybe Georgy Klyuev. Nostalgia in the classic form, when the fantasy was tastier, and the Turbo liner was quoted by the highest standards.