Short, but slim. A collection of two novels combined. "Meeting" and "Laboratory." The faces of actors who became idols for a generation. Persons who embody their characters eternal values of life - conscience, honor, dignity. The people who raised us with emotional bursts of crying. Screams of naked souls. Smeared by circumstances almost to dust, but again soaring into the sky blue. The best in them is for us. Stanislav Lyubshin and Nina Ruslanova, Sergey Nikonenko and Vsevolod Shilovsky, Sergey Shakurov ...
Duo N. Ruslanova – S. Lyubshin opens the first part of the film almanac and unwittingly transfers the viewer to the “expanding”, not framework outlines of the action. What am I talking about? The fact that both actors in one year managed to meet twice on the set. “Do not shoot white swans” was woven from the threads of weeping souls. Their shower. It's 1980 here and there. Images and characters that are called “cut” into memory. And sealed forever. Like Pushkin or Tolstoy school characters, but here also visualized. That is, solidified, rooted. This will be “The Fun of the Young”, “The Black Monk” and all the same – Nina Ruslanova, Stanislav Lyubshin with solo parts for applause.
So what is the author painting here? Just a moment. A few hours to remember your eyes. A man and a woman who knew each other in the lobby. All of a sudden. Twenty or even thirty years later. She was a very young girl when she was taken care of by a village boy. The range of feelings of different intensity warmed them then. They were fine, and tomorrow was hidden from their eyes. A step, a step, and a bond of marriage would unite them. But it didn't work out. Fate turned the card in the deck, the numerical combination was broken and the head of the ashes one with the paradise flame of carefree delight, the other. Regret and sadness look into the peaceful glow of what happened. They are like two shores: a bumpy cliff from suffering and therefore a sliding steep, and a gentle plain ironed with a caring hand. Different happiness was the edge of bread. Different tastes. With pinches of sugar and abundantly soaked in salt. Drink, remember and remember the past.
There are few words. And all of these single snippets. No gurgling flow. There's no dimension. Latitudes. Squeezed vise does not allow to break the spring. Why is that? Probably because one understands the other and feels almost his gut. And the faces of both for the unspecified viewer. In her smile. In His impatience.
“Do not soap, do not wash” is a naturalness understood by both. And what's more perceptual? Passion or squeamish terror? Everyone will have their own opinion.
Simplicity surprised and frightened. People of the earth. Who are they? What are they like? Milkmaid and mechanizer in the oxen harness of labor. Limited? Or a real life filled with everyday worries. What good did they do? Feelings? Instincts? What drives them? What's the energy spent? Are they people like us? Or others? And the photos of SLETA participants only multiply these questions. Unexpected reversal.
One would read the polemics of “interpreters” to strengthen oneself in oneself or refute the consciousness raised by fantasy by pushing back. But where do you get that controversy? The audience's attention is bypassed. Sorry.
The second novel.
It was the “Laboratory” that swept through with a meteorite fragment, somewhere in the read echo of opinion or a short mention stuck in consciousness. Eighties, Sergei Shakurov in his heyday, and a completely unfamiliar job. How so? Inquired. It turned out to be a short “parable” with a great selection of actors. Faces are iconic, familiar. The last name, alas, not on hearing. And the plot is simple and interesting. A small society of scientists, or simply a department, is about to be restructured. The management has outlined a reduction in staff. So-called optimization. Who do you want to chase? Each pulls the "strap" of the general harness and each is strong, and equally we cannot replenish individually. The spectrum of issues solved as a rainbow of a seven-color palette. None is superfluous, none can be abolished. But pressure. Pressure from above. We have to decide what to do. Who will be sacrificed. Who doesn't belong here anymore? Maroka.
Maybe protest? Defend the department, protecting the specialist after the specialist? Individually. Prove and fight, stubbornly insisting on your own? But is there a chance? Will they? Would you consider it possible to take an opinion into account? Or will it just bring a storm cloud? Will she attract her to herself? Then what? Don't take your heads off... So, judging by the plot, the head of the group, the oburocratic conformist, reflects. Cabinet diplomacy is a separate topic for successful bureaucracy. Wouldn't miss... The emerging business trip as a way out of a delicate situation - almost jumped out the window, not out the door. Let the incumbent take responsibility and let the scorched earth be around him. “And I wash my hands” – Pontius Pilate at the judgment of Christ.
Yeah, yeah. Twenty centuries later. Nothing has changed. Cowardice has lived in man and continues to nurture him. This is where I will end the story.
8 out of 10