Freedom and Honor The film Michael Ulk, which shot to his fame only 2 short films: "Heart Attack" and "Fire", surprises and pleases the unexpected for the usual decadent festival style, where noir in everything, even in the "day beauties", - imprinting vampirism and neon demonism, has long ruled the contemporariarartic consciousness of people - unaffordable positive.
Distributors, as usual, on all their sites wrote an annotation in illiterate language, but even they did not fasten to it "Blackjack with whores", - what to do - if there is no sex in the film, then it still can not be sold, and the psevo-intellectual party of drunken bohemian capital clubs, probably considered the film a children's fun, and against the background of the steep "Temptation of St. Tina" or at least "Autumn Ball" the cinema, but the audience does not even gradually watch it.
That classic semi-festival spirit, which is perfectly conveyed by the films "Berlin Syndrome", "Life of Adele", "Behind the Hills", "Lourdes", and, in the end, the whole lifeless social Berlinale and Cannes, which has long surpassed Pedro Almodovar ( years before the very concept of social cinema) its humanity, transforming this world for the viewer with Art, which is hardly found in the films filled with pain and naturalism, under the name of the film "Endizova", this spirit of "Ariga", >>> Lezio, >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Giazova, "Enzio, >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lezio, >>>>> Luca Guadagnino, and "Zero Point" by Michel Ulk and Margit Queerdo.
England’s complicity in lumpen fashion does not surprise me anymore, this country has always loved to give the viewer spices, adding a little food to them, although it would be more logical to add a little spice to the food ( as they did, in the end, in the series “Sherlock”) balanced in its eccentricity at today’s Berlinale with such a film as “Bookshop” by Isabel Coixet .
And if the Italian is forgiven and given an Oscar, then the Estonian is still a pioneer in this direction.
Although the Festival was and hooliganism Stephen Soderbergh (" Not in himself) and Benoit Jacquot ("Eve) But they are not serious, right?
And here, perhaps, there is a border that will determine what Estonia wants, not only in cinema, but also in the direction of its further development as a nation: to continue to “close the gestalts” of pain, bringing it to the absurd, thereby overcoming it and dissolving it like Russian cinema (bewitching Zvyagintsev, strange German-ml, By the way, his Dovlatov — again about the Russian-Estonian writer, shocking the filmmaker , one of the positive /i> /i> and the American lifestyle /i> /i> /i>>>>>>>> Tom Tykwer this year did not accidentally define the face of the Festival.
And the film "Zero Point" intuitively suggests choosing the second fairway.
... If America sometimes allows itself to make dramas like “School Shooter” or “April Rains”, this does not change the life-affirming face of American cinema itself. But even Ilmar Raag ("Class) should have been more careful, although sometimes the Artist has no choice but to challenge violence and injustice, and therefore the director was able to stay afloat with his film, which, however, organically fit into the context of 2007 with Unpuu's Autumn Ball.
Today, one in the whole genre challenges school violence as a topic that taboos the indisputability of tragedy, not giving the right to show after the Elephant. Gus Van Santa any other outcome.
Michel puts his hero one on one with a mad mother, a weak father, a weakly charactered immigrant to Thailand sister, crazy gopniks and school bullying.
The area of Lasnamäe in Tallinn, where the main events take place, is translated as Mount Lopat, it is blown from all sides (previously built in case of a nuclear explosion), and sharply differs from the same Ismae (Flower Mountain), where hobbits live in their Shire, some hopeless Russian crunchiness. Only the older sister, her husband and the hero himself will be able to claim the level of Man in the film, for example, from the point of view of Dickens, the rest of them are characters, unfortunately, not even up to Dostoevsky, but they would undoubtedly be welcome in the American ghettos. The hero is alone in a snowy space, he dies on this Everest, surrounded by ghost people who cannot be reached.
... The alchemy of the soul, its complete rebirth, face down, into the icing of this absolute Lasnamyaev loneliness, so familiar to me during my life in Tallinn. But unlike Moscow, St. Petersburg or anything else, the Tallinn sky will always allow you to rise to your feet. There you breathe and exhale, there is no abuse spilled in the Russian air-prison, which has become so familiar that without it there will immediately come a break, is not an a priori curse, and you can still choose.
So kiss, Johannes, this Lasnamyaev snow-ice, let its hard palm sober you up, because on your Earth Kalev defeated the dwarfs from Hell a million times, and your heart is in Atlantis, and she will come for you.
Get up, boy, and listen to the House of the Rising Sun, and let it dissolve and destroy the sea of tears of Yulemiste, let the sacred skulls in Saaremaa smile like a shaman, and the kneeling Druids serve you Mass in the clouds of Pirit, and St. Brigitte will forever patronize you as Europe.
Rise up, European, cleanse your land, which unites Sweden, Lithuania and Ireland with a secret Celtic spirituality, all the filth, get up, Northerner, get up, Druid, for the shamanistic pipe is long gone. You will do it, Johannes, overcome the morose ambition of the school, the clumsyness of the father, the medicine of her mother, - don't you see - she is already devoid of the power of the Trier Antichrist with all her demons, and her black marriage to darkness is not fueled by any crematoria. Entering the void, no Chernobyl, and your men survived those three days under tanks in 1991. Get up, boy, today we are again like Daria in Zabriski Point, blowing up a corrupt world with our eyes, we are like Alexander Super Tramp in Alaska, and you are gradually becoming our hero.
And Johannes, bloodied and beaten, lost among the murderers of this huge and beautiful city, suddenly lost his soul, awakens in himself the best that is in each of us, and by structuring it, builds himself anew: the line of his behavior, his style, and his soul.
And we feel the snow in half with blood on his lips, as we feel the breath of eternity in the blizzard that was his only friend, because we together with him, like “Gavrosh” on the barricade (after all, it was there that this film was shot in 1937), and we also awaken in ourselves Honor, Dignity, Freedom and Force.
10 out of 10