Legend 17 is a feature film, not a documentary. Of course, there is a discrepancy in chronological events, an exaggeration, but this can in no way be a brazen fiction or a blunder of writers. Nowadays, it is difficult to surprise anyone in the two hours that the film lasts. And to make the film really worthwhile and remain in people’s memory for many years, the writers brought a little “Hollywood” to “Legend”. This is a goal in the last seconds, a scene on the “rope” in Chebarkul, a scene with a bull (at the beginning of the film), dramatic speeches Tarasov, etc. I don’t see anything wrong, because in the end it all turned out just brilliant.
I know Kharlamov’s biography well, I was fond of hockey, I was interested and know a lot about the super-series 72 and 74, and I am not bothered by the inconsistencies in the chronological order of the film and real events.
Brilliant Oleg Menshikov, in my opinion, just the aerobatics of the acting game. Danila Kozlovsky was magnificent, nothing superfluous, a real Kharlamov. Vladimir Menshov, Roman Madianov, Boris Shcherbakov also embellished the Legend. And in general, the entire cast worked for their heroes exactly as it should. Excellent work of the operators, this applies primarily to hockey scenes.
In conclusion, I want to thank all the creators of Legend. I urge all people to take time, go to the cinema, spend 200 rubles on a ticket. Everyone should like the movie. Such paintings should at least pay off. I wish further creative success to all the filmmakers, you have raised the bar high, please do not go down and do not retreat from the right path.
“Legend N17” is a film that I never cease to admire, review many, many times and advise everyone!
10 out of 10
Honestly, it’s hard to write a review of a movie where you know what you’re going to see at the end. A super series, of course.
So, in Legend, we see Kharlamov becoming a person, an athlete, someone whom the whole world learned over time. I confess that I didn’t really understand why the bull run scene was introduced at the beginning of the film, but as it turned out, it was not in vain. Seeing in early childhood on the example of his father, "how to protect", Kharlamov understands that nothing is impossible, there is only reluctance.
And Danila Kozlovsky, who played Kharlamov, was able to show it very clearly and truthfully. There is a goal, a dream, and he wants to achieve it with all his might. Here he, exiled to Chebarkul, comes to training alone when the whole team does not need it. Here he single-handedly, time after time, attacks the gates as both teams "serve number." Here, already being in CSKA, having received a minute of time, he climbs out of his skin, but scores and brings the team victory. But one phrase makes the team gather. But, having got into an accident and received the prognosis “Maybe you will be able to walk...” does not allow patients to relax on two floors, training in their ward. And nothing can stop him. To show the inflexibility of a person, so that it does not look fake - it is necessary not just to play, you need to live this role. Kozlovsky did it, bravo.
Not to mention the role of Tarasov, Oleg Menshikov. No matter how rude and inhuman Anatoly Vladimirovich seemed in his performance, he turned out to be alive, real. “I have worked with him for twenty years. And he knows exactly what he wants.” This is exactly how Tarasov appears to us. Hard, principled, knowing his business and living it, living his team. A very important scene before the flight to Montreal is the farewell scene with the coach. With the people who built and built this team.
I would like to say a few words about the dialogue and humor in the film. Rarely do you see a movie where no one was sent to your mother in the whole movie. And in which almost half of the phrases can be read into quotes. After which the hall exploded, if not with laughter, then with friendly approval.
And the unity of the people is shown, perhaps, as fully as possible. Apartment, hospital, team locker room, hospital, police station – it doesn’t matter. Everyone is watching and worrying about the hockey team. "There you go!" ; "Hold the antenna!"
To summarize, the film was a success. If you haven't seen it yet, close the gap.
I, being a true connoisseur of cinema, did not expect anything good from the film, since this is Russia, and in our country with cinema it is not particularly possible to find a common language. But no to my surprise, the film turned out to be saturated and even the play of the actors did not fail, and that there was not let down the actors’ play is simply gorgeous!
I watched the whole film without taking my eyes off, I was so absorbed by this hockey atmosphere in the Soviet Union. How strong was the character of the squad of those times!
The film shows how huge the will to win was how hockey players trained. I think these days you will not find this from here and the result of what we sometimes see on the ice pad.
Valery Kharlamov was an outstanding hockey player, I think he will be in the hearts of not only Russians, but also in the hearts of everyone who has ever heard of this man.
At the end of the session, I couldn’t believe it was over so quickly. I'm willing to watch this picture many times because it's a masterpiece. When the lights lit up in the hall, everyone stood up and applauded! I rarely see this, as the audience is very fastidious these days. I think this masterpiece will be on the list of favorite films for many movie connoisseurs.
And the whole world will remember Valery Kharlamov as a legend. Legend N17.
People pay three hundred rubles to look at Kharlamov!
Soviet hockey is, you know, how to describe it. It's something I didn't catch, but it's something I heard about almost before that the Earth is round and revolves around the sun. And the same team, with Kharlamov, the young Tretyakov, the formidable Rogulin, Petrov, Mikhailov, is, on the one hand, as our father, something sacred, something that was considered unshakable, on the other, something that absolutely everyone was interested in and admired in every outback of the Soviet Union, not to mention the cities where there were not only radios, but also the first TVs. That is, we are talking about such an important layer of our sporting history, such a delicate topic that when I saw the trailer, I doubted whether it was either filigree, perfect, or not worth taking. But it wasn't that bad. In any case, people who have never heard of Soviet champions and Tarasov - now, after watching the movie, have an idea and, I hope, respect for them.
The theme of sports in the cinema in general is very dangerous and insidious, especially if you want to talk about the legendary athlete, because no actor, no matter how much he trained, will not be able to show in the frame the skill, the game for which the audience of Kharlamov loved. He was adored for the demonstrated hockey, and the game of the master cannot be filmed. This love and beauty of the game, I think, is missing in the film. We have to touch the near-sports life in the cinema, and it is sometimes not so interesting and enchanting.
Tarasov in the original performance of Menshikov (I consider his game a diamond ornament of this picture) appears very intelligent, and even if he sends "fuck" - it seems that he sends to an art gallery. But this is the case when the actor did not spoil his unique vision of the character. Yes, I, and those who remember Tarasov, probably have a different vision. But Menshikov succeeded in this role, succeeded in his own way.
There are roughnesses, there are improbable moments, there is a speech of heroes, not at all the same as in 72, but I believed that there was such a wonderful hockey player who loved his job and his coach.
This is the second movie in a row with Danila Kozlovsky in the title role pleases as if you are watching an ordinary production film. And quite good drama about hockey, with interesting facts from the life of Valery Kharlamov. This is also a biographical picture, so surely "Legend 17" will be interesting to many viewers, which, incidentally, is also evidenced by a decent number of positive reviews.
With the actors in full order: in addition to Kozlovsky, very well performed Oleg Menshikov. The coach in his performance is not perceived as a usual screen character. Anatoly Tarasov is moderately cruel and fair with his wards, probably, this is how the coach of champions should be. The director Nikolai Lebedev, known to us for such works as "Star", "Volkodav", and, for example, "Apostle", did not fail.
I wouldn’t say that he gets really outstanding and memorable pictures, but “Legend 17” at the moment the best quality. The authors of the films coped well with the personalities of the main characters on the screen, and with the technical part. For modern Russian cinema, this is a compliment, because still not every “domestic blockbuster” can boast of such qualities.
And as spectacular hockey matches as in "Legend 17", you will not even remember. Given the fact that the theme is not worn, the film has great chances to collect enough audience sympathy. All football and football... Moreover, the movie is staged in such a way that when you watch it not alone, but with friends or even strangers in the cinema, at some moments there is a real feeling that you are transported to the 72nd and watching the hockey match “USSR-Canada”.
That you are not sitting in the cinema, but in the stands – this is how successfully edited. I loved the movie, but I didn’t expect anything from it. In 2013, this is already a good trend for Russian cinema. First successful at the box office "Metro", and then a couple of months later, and "Legend". We'll see what else we'll enjoy before the end of the year! There is still reason to be optimistic.
In my opinion, I’m not afraid to say that it turned out to be one of the best films about hockey at the moment.
To be honest, I don’t really like Soviet hockey. I like the aggressive Canadian style of this game, the powerful pressure on the opponent, his complete suppression. But I thought I should go to this film only for the reason that this is Valery Kharlamov. One can argue for a long time about who is the more perfect hockey player: Kharlamov, Gretzky... They are both great and great.
As a hockey fan, I watched this movie. And I was very impressed. Making a movie about sports in a way that is believable is very difficult. Hockey, even more so. But this is the best picture I've ever seen. Perhaps she even surpassed the film about Maurice Richard (the legendary Canadian hockey player), which until yesterday was the first in the hierarchy of sports films in my opinion.
The casting was great. Danila Kozlovsky, who played the main (albeit the main) role in the film, appeared before me in a completely new light. I remember him most of all from the game in the film ' We are from the future' and it was difficult for me to imagine in the image of a famous hockey player. But he did. I think a lot of people might have thought it was like that before. No, the appearance was not so strong (although it was present). Everyone who was familiar with Valery Borisovich and watched this film, say that the character managed to convey completely. A simple, a little hectic guy who knew how to achieve his, vulnerable... The same can be said about Anatoly Tarasov (whose role was played by Oleg Menshikov). The external differences were felt even more strongly. But again, character, character... I would also like to mention Alexander Ragulin Jr., who played the role of his father. In my opinion, this is an extremely serious work worthy of separate conversations.
But what made me very happy was the hockey itself. I’ve said before that it’s very hard to make a movie about sports in a way that’s believable. This is where we did it. And this guaranteed the success of the film, and I am more than sure that this film will become, if not a benchmark, then one of the examples of how to shoot sports stories in movies. Looked great shots of struggle in the corners of the court, power techniques. I was amazed because it was very difficult. But, apparently, the actors knew what they were going for, and so everything turned out very sincerely. It seemed that you were sitting not in the cinema, but right on the podium of the Le Forum de Montreal ice arena, where the first match of the epoch-making series, the battle of two systems, took place.
In general, this is a film that is worth watching in the cinema. Of course, it is possible to settle down at home with all the comforts, but the atmosphere ... The atmosphere at the show was incredible. Now, perhaps, such a masterpiece will not appear soon. But the fact that it was filmed by our directors and producers inspires a certain hope in Russian cinema. It lives. And it will live as long as there are films like this.
10 out of 10
This is a real holiday when you leave the cinema, and on your soul you have pride, light, excitement and catharsis! Holiday in double, when everything else comes to the understanding that the film you watched is domestic!
How long it was to wait for something real, something strong, worthwhile and sincere at last! And finally it happened! When at the end of the film only applause of the whole room, and not ashamed of the stingy tears you barely restrain yourself from just shouting Bravo!
And the thing is that amid the abundance of black, endless, soulless often action, or stupid comedies, replaced by second-rate crime, both our production and foreign, we were finally given a breath of fresh air, touching a very necessary, in my opinion, the topic of sports. And not just to the topic of sports, but to what was, and I hope is, something sacred for our people. Soviet Union-era hockey. When the whole family watched the matches, when they were 100% worried, when they rejoiced with incredible sincerity. We were very strong at the time and we had a lot to be proud of. And now there is something, but then there was something else, perhaps something more powerful and pure. Perhaps the people of that era were kinder on their own, cleaner and brighter. And this whole atmosphere, the complete absence of falsehood and insincerity, became the main point of sending the whole film. The filmmakers showed the viewer what he had been waiting for so long. A real, worthwhile patriotic film, without false pathos and playfulness. Human, dramatic and open.
The fate of the great, famous hockey player Valery Kharlamov is painted with bright colors of drama. Everyone knows he died in a car accident with his wife. Of course, the knowledge of this adds a kind of interest and drama of the overall impression of the film.
Played the role of a great athlete young actor Danila Kozlovsky. And he did it beautifully. He made a great image. Bright, energetic, unbending athlete.
The role of no less great, but only the coach went to Oleg Menshikov. He is a wonderful actor, a true professional. And in this movie, he proves it. Perhaps this is his best role in the last decade, and perhaps even in his entire acting career.
Excellent directorial and camera work. Everything is very dynamic and spectacular.
Amazing, soulful music of Eduard Artemyev touches to the depths of his soul in the lyrics, and creates the necessary atmosphere in the scenes of playing hockey!
I really liked the movie. Russia can rightly be proud of this film. We have created something that will not be ashamed to show children and even grandchildren. A movie that makes it clear, or rather, awakens the idea that we are still strong, that we are capable of much. A movie about the present, the great, about love, strength and character. A movie that makes us better! A movie worth watching!
Valera Kharlamov (Kozlovsky), a hockey player of the youth hockey section, will catch the eye of the famous coach Anatoly Tarasov (Menshikov) - and immediately throw himself into the game. Tarasov notices in this low (168 cm) guy, seemingly unsuitable for “big hockey”, a real spark. But the path to great sports victories is difficult and far away - and it runs through battles not only in the box of the ice arena, but also outside - with someone else's meanness, with politics, with fate.
"Legend No. 17" is an amazing and unique film. We will remember him, even when we become gray old men. Like then, in 1972, our hockey, today, our cinema has made an impossible breakthrough and has established a correspondence between who we are and how we show it in the movies. What is hockey in Russia is a film about hockey. It's a triumph and a delight!
"Legend No. 17" confronts giant characters. The two main artists of modern Russian cinema - Oleg Menshikov and Danila Kozlovsky - as if the whole film were fighting on their hands and put all the power of their acting "muscles" into their heroes. One is a brilliant player, but a loner like all real luminaries. The other is a coach and a teacher with a steel grip who knows exactly the strength of a team. And around these boulders, titans and icebergs of ordinary humanity — simple life, ordinary people. Just looking for someone's shoulder, someone strong and (preferably) cute. Just parental warmth. It's just mean party work.
The drama is smooth and seamless. From the first episode (Valera as a child in Spain) to the last - not a single superfluous one that does not work for the general idea. The favorite horse of sports (and military) films - heavy exercises before a difficult battle, in which each of the training tortures will work - is ridden somehow quite grandiose. Coach Tarasov gives such a set of refractive tests that the best teachers will envy the accuracy of the directed impact. And he does not forget the main thing: the student must surpass his teacher.
As a biopic, the film bypasses stereotypes. Strictly biographical do not expect: "Legend No. 17" as if absorbs all the main facts of the life of Kharlamov, and Tarasov, and molds from them the legend of Soviet sports. (Let me do without examples: for details of the march to Wikipedia) Such an approach may not suit someone, but it seems to me witty and the only correct: to tell what Valery Kharlamov was like, how he lived and what he did, in the cinema you can only do this.
The form is not inferior to the content: the ingenuity of director Nikolai Lebedev and the film crew can only be envied. The events of the hockey player’s life were “moved back in time” with the help of different cameras: Kharlamov’s youth was filmed on 16 mm film, the heyday years were shot on 35 mm, and the decisive match was shot on digital. In the film beautiful and natural (and not glossy, as, for example, in “Vysotsky”) Soviet Russia and Moscow. There is even nude nature, but the main beauty is on ice. Hockey helped to shoot Jodie Stesic - Hollywood specialist in combined shooting, who worked on the grounds of Emmerich and Nolan. He attached mini-cameras to the clubs and ammunition of hockey players and even to the pucks, so that the footage of the decisive match is something in the head. We see how the puck rushes on the ice, how Kharlamov (master of the liner) jumps over the opponents' clubs, how someone is knocked over the side. There's a real extravaganza on the ice.
"Legend No. 17" has its own special rhythm: the film compresses - releases at regular intervals. Even the music is subordinated to this rhythm, and the melodic beat before the start of the game of the super series tunes to the desired wave. The only slight drawback is that the rhythm of the film is extremely fast. Probably, from nervous tension and desire not for a minute to make the audience bored episodes in it jump like a puck in a decisive match. This did not affect the dramaturgy, the disclosure of the plot and characters - only take a breath and feel the moment on the film you have difficulty.
Finally, it is a smart and accurate spirit-lifting movie. To explain what the film is about, let me tell you a story. Skier Franz Klammer at the Winter Olympics in 1976 won gold, ahead of champion Bernhard Russi, and his descent became a real legend. Then the ski track iced, and the descent was barely allowed. No one counted on records: it is very dangerous to accelerate on an icy slope. In the ski slope, it is important to straighten the trajectory, take a streamlined stand and all that. But Franz Klammer didn't care. He flew an arrow from the launch pad, fell on one ski, tried to transfer the weight to another - and he began to throw from side to side. The spectators froze with fear, unable to take their eyes off the skier, frantically rushing down the icy mountain. "What were you thinking?" asked Klammer when he reached the finish line first. "What was I thinking?" asked Klammer, "Nothing." I just tried to get to the finish line faster.
Some reviewers (of those who took the trouble to delve into the film) indicate that Kharlamov's character in the film is one-dimensional - only hockey, only victory and roaring of the stands! In fact, Kharlamov spends the entire film like skier Franz Klammer flying down an icy slope. This imaginary biopic charts the hockey player’s path to legendary glory, focusing on one thing – how the puck flies through the training bucket, the Wings of the Soviets gate, the hat-trick against the Finns and Poles at the Olympics – right into the net of Canada’s goal for a super series match.
In moments of high tension, when the brain and body are extremely concentrated, we are engaged in what can be called a mode of trust. You forget that you can’t do something, you forget about love, about family, about fame, about being hurt, and you move in the one main direction of your life. Great people, like Kharlamov, like Tarasov, have more or less their whole lives in this mode. It's not necessarily tension, it's not necessarily overconcentration - they just don't lose sight of the main thing, they constantly target it. In Legend No. 17, there is a moment when Kharlamov rushes through a foggy ice field at night, scoring pucks and raising his hands to the sky to the jubilant exclamations of invisible spectators. Each has its own gate, but when you approach yours, remember it.
Valery Kharlamov became a legend of world sports. And his life path shows how, thanks to the development of his abilities, not the strongest physically and not the highest hockey player can achieve victory - thanks to courage, agility, skill, perseverance, and even acting abilities.
The camera takes the lens of its hero - a famous hockey player. If in general, the film is not weak, we see how the sports career of a famous personality of world sports is viewed from different sides, as well as the knowledge of how the hero is revered among the people. By focus and belief in exceptionalism, the picture can be compared with the film “Maradona” by Emir Kustu Ritsa. However, there is no concentrated heat that is here. I would venture to compare the film with such works of Soviet cinema as Chapaev and Alexander Nevsky, because, in the end, the work of this picture to some extent becomes all-Russian. Defend the gates... as you defend your homeland!
I would like to note in the picture four sides: the national veneration of the hero, the motive of mysticism, the motive of personal perseverance, as well as the motive of the coach’s skill. It is pleasant to note that the director competently introduces pleasant and familiar types, people who somehow meet in Kharlamov’s life: the whole spectrum is taken: from his family, relatives in Spain, to the hospital in which he was treated after the first car accident (which actually happened after the match with Canada, but in the film it is justifiably before), as well as ordinary fans who watch their favorite hockey right in the lockup with their fellow policemen. So, in the imagery, but also in the shooting plans, there is a helicopter flying around the skyscraper from different sides, but all this is not American.
The motive of mysticism here is centered around the faces and really deified by some, famous hockey players, and personally - Kharlamov. After all, how separate the world of celebrities from the people in his view, and how important it is to give some gestures of participation of celebrities to the people, so that he was in euphoria, like that episode of world history, when the Queen of England puts on a dress with peas. However, there is no tendentiousness in mysticism - the heroes are represented by ordinary people, and all the amulets are to give the majesty of the moment and sports traditions. Speaking about the main character, it is worth noting that here the speed and notorious talent attributed to Kharlamov (I prefer to call the talent some other word, excluding magic and miracle), and mysterious memories of angry bulls, and amulets - become important elements of the symbolism of the film. All this is the flirtation of the director with a mass consciousness, however, as in 1 + 1 with the theme of climbing, fortune-telling on the coffee grounds becomes something of its own, native.
As the famous saying goes, you need to take a bull by the horns, and in this film he takes them. There are close-up plans of Valery Kharlamov himself, who did not give in to difficulties. Characteristically, the director does not bring personal coloring to any of the characters of the picture, except for the main one, and a kind of his hypostasis - the great coach of Tarasov Anatoly Vladimirovich. Opponents appear sometimes generally aggressive, or rubbing, where necessary, already worn glasses. But the motive of personal perseverance, by no means system-wide-Soviet, gives a charge to remember about oneself, about the personality, and not about someone's appendage.
The coach’s motive, as I have already said, merges with the skill of the hockey player himself – a man who knows what he wants, who unquestioningly submits to internal regulations, ultimately working for others rather than for himself, while the odious elite of the seemingly socialist society shown in this film works for their loved ones. Thus, here we see the right step in the desire to show the Soviet coaching school not as a steel simulator for wear and ejection of robots, but as the school in which people decide everything, their will.
Speaking of people, I would like to compare the three Mikhailov, Petrov and Kharlamov with the three wonderful actors Danila Kozlovsky, Vladimir Menshikov and comrade Vladimir Menshov, about whom, due to his important position in the film, we will immediately say that the role of the brilliant manager was given to him in the film Metro by Anton Megerdichev - in Legend 17 he is also proactive, but also because he made up some, not quite gone to the bottom, a passive unit floating around Leon. Danila Kozlovsky deftly conveyed the fate of a great man who goes forward, and life around him helps him - he only makes a choice from the offered. And when he leans on his stick amid the ovation, slightly hunched, he reminds me at all of a peasant-plowman from a Russian village who stopped to rest. However, I liked Oleg Menshikov’s performance as the coach of the national team more. It is very pleasant that such an actor starred in a good director and in a good film, contrary to many previous works! You can see the iron grip you feel in it. He seems to have invested his whole world to be the creator and ideologist of a new world – the world of training real athletes.
Among the general points, it is worth noting that the picture is more likely to appeal to CSKA than Spartacus, however, in my opinion, this is due to the personal love of Leonid Ilyich to the Spartak club, and in fact the director treats the Soviet authorities with slight distrust.
I advise everyone to watch this movie. I want to add that when watching it, it was interesting for me to highlight the main scenes of the picture, and how any image passes through the plot.
Kharlamov is a person not only well-known, but also well-respected. And the scale of legend is not limited to the immodest limits of the former Soviet space. Hence the special importance of the film adaptation of his biography - here it will be as criminal as with "Vysotsky, thank you for being alive" or the same "Gagarin", before the release of which there is no more than a month.
Still green, but already promising hockey player Valera, instead of shining as part of CSKA (and Tarasov liked him immediately), is forced to go to the team “Zvezda”, namely to a remote city with a funny name and with a clear lack of sports future. But this was not the case, and Kharlamov just single-handedly wades through the standings, getting to the Tarasov club, but...
The director of the picture, who has several quite successful works behind him, taking up business and conspiring with the screenwriters, slightly sweetened the real biography of Kharlamov. For the beauty of the moment, naturally. And already the seventeenth in the role of “peace war” and also with a damaged leg, at any rate, should turn the tide and rise higher in order to give a thrush to the arrogant Canadians in the future.
It is impossible not to note the pleasant trend of returning to the cinematic, but life, people-symbols of the former greatness of the unsinkable power. What’s especially nice about this is that there is no age limit. And already young sports fans are marching to cinemas to take an example from who you need. That's what you want to believe.
Shooting about Soviet times and sports, it is difficult to ignore both political moments and the signature Soviet naivety, which causes contemptuous chuckles in the current generation. But Lebedev even manages to instill an indomitable spirit of patriotism in the film. And true patriotism. And you don’t even need to love hockey to be proud of the country’s success, to worry and believe in each player individually.
The actors deserve special praise. Danila Kozlovsky is an exceptionally right choice: a man of success for almost any film, an actor who does not stop there and does not copy previous roles and finally, a damn charming guy. But all this radiant joy is somewhat refracted at the mention of the name of Oleg Menshikov. Who, after years of oblivion, gives out one of the best roles in his career. Both demonstrate a completely “non-Russian” level of acting. And Kozlovsky, perhaps, already the road to the West is open.
Lebedev managed to resurrect a man-era, a person-symbol of sports, a person-orientor to the entire hockey world. And to do it without sweet playfulness, inappropriate pathos and, thank God, without unnecessary phantasmagoria.
About modern Russian cinema is said a lot, boring and shameful. Films are made for the box office, absolutely empty and stupid. Films are made for festivals, they are often boring, bland, with some global claim to philosophical meaning and author’s view. Melodramas for Russia 1, so when you see the screensaver, it becomes a little scary.
However, "Legend N17" does not belong to any of these categories, this is perhaps the only film of its kind in the post-Soviet space (God forbid, not the last). Well done, for the mass audience, in which everyone will find something of their own, not crippled from any side, as it often happens: a wonderful director, screenwriter, operators, cast!
I went to the cinema without much desire and did not expect anything special from the film. The start was pretty pretty - bullfighting, Spain, the beautiful mother of the future champion, but still, still... The moment when I was hooked, not even like that, when I was sewn to the screen, I remember very well.
- Look, Tarasov! (c)
Despite the fact that Valery Kharlamov is the title character of this film, and Danila Kozlovsky brilliantly coped with his role - stubborn, bullying, cheerful, everything is absolutely to the point, conquered me exactly Tarasov. I just don’t have enough words to describe how amazing Oleg Menshikov was in this role, in this micro-life. Every look, phrase, movement is some kind of shooting of the viewer on the spot, you believe him unconditionally and recklessly.
Students often hate their teachers. Sometimes even betrayed. (c)
Despot, tyrant, living legend N1, teacher, unbending, principled man, The most powerful man after Zhukov is a genius. We lack such specialists, such people in big sport. As we now lack the same loyal, stubborn, worthy students.
Perhaps it would be fair to call this film a state order, but is it bad? Legend N17 infinitely stimulates its viewer: be worthy, be honest, be fair, love your country, do not bend to the elite, never give up. Simple universal truths. But they're so missing now. And the example of Tarasov proves that the main thing is not positions and awards, but the result of your work. The best of the best can be not even under a dozen spotlights with a shining badge on your chest, but in the yard in the pouring rain. It’s great that Russian history has appeared in cinemas that can tell about this.
It's my life's dream! (c)
There are not so many worthy sports dramas in Russia. But this movie was incredibly enjoyable to watch. I agree with the opinion of many that Legend N17 is one of our best films of recent years, if not the best.
Personally, it was very interesting for me to look first of all at the coach-student relationship both from a sporting and moral point of view. How did Daniel Kozlovsky and Oleg Menshikov play? These nuances of coaching, these smart lessons. Yes, at least see how Tarasov solved the problem that the national team consists of different players, so everything is clearly and intelligent!
Separately, we should talk about shooting. The cameras on the sticks and the puck shocked, the effect of the hockey match is transmitted completely. And the sound quality was good! No complaints, everything is heard clearly and efficiently.
See how the relationship of the players in the team is shown, the life of the team is shown, where something is certainly not said, but it is for the best! Every character in the film is shown and it’s great!
I also want to say that the hockey matches were very good! I can’t even imagine how actors learned to stand on skates and play hockey.
Rough power techniques, breaking clubs and just rough play - the style of play of the Canadians is shown chic. And the fact that they played without helmets, the fact that they're all big, all that plays a part. It's a nice, subtle comparison to bulls.
So how about you protect the gate? You don't hurt the Kharlamovs!
The film shocked me and got into my soul. It evoked enormous emotions. And the word legend is absolutely appropriate.
The film is made for evil... to those who say that “there is no cinema in Russia” (it is, but only if filmed according to Soviet memories)... to the evil of “the opponents of the film fund and Mikhalkov” (could now shoot a great story about legends)... and to the evil of me.
I really will be angry every time another Russian masterpiece turns out to be at least a bit worse than this really good, “our”, really almost Soviet cinema. And let the rating “6+” put from a fool (a couple of scenes are far from this figure, as I am now from the 70s, including bed), let it be full of old-performing actors who saw firsthand Soviet hockey players young, even they play normally, at least there is no such feeling from their game as if two fingers were stuck in their mouth... I will even forgive the fact that, except for Danila Kozlovsky, no one was found for the role of the main character - I do not mean that he is bad. Just the feeling lately that on the big screen we have only a few young people are able to play decently and more to choose someone was.
As for directing, according to the canons of Russian cinema, this is just a masterpiece. The dialogue is interesting, the humor is accurate, the actors seem to live in their own shoes, not historical heroes. I sincerely hope that the film is thoroughly shot from the point of view of the story, because many moments were a revelation for me. This is apart from the patriotic feelings and the sincere joy of the newly experienced victory.
The film would fit the prologue from the movie "Man on the Moon." But instead of Jim Carrey, Danila Kozlovsky was supposed to come out as Valery Kharlamov and say, Hi, my name is Valery, and I would like to thank you for coming to my film. It could have been better, but it turned out so stupid, terrible, even I don't like it. All the major events of my life have been altered and mixed up for artistic purposes. So I decided to cut out all the nonsense and now the movie is much shorter. In fact, it's the end of it. Thanks. Goodbye. Then the credits would go. Then Valery would look out of the corner of the screen and talk. "Wow, are you still here?" I hope you'll excuse me. I just wanted to get rid of people who wouldn't understand me or even try. It's actually a really cool movie. Let's have a look. And then you can actually show the movie. That would be more conceptual, I think.
And the people of the land are in the wilderness. In order to drama on the Hollywood model, the authors broke up real events and put together a correct mosaic, which seems to give allusions to events that took place. The script is written, such a feeling, not detached from the textbook. In ten pages there must be a crisis, fifty points of no return, ten pages before the end the climax begins, here is a comic friend, here is a friend, here is an antagonist. As you were taught, sit down five.
Not five, though. The line with Ivanova is indistinct and it feels like only for a tick, so that the girls do not get too bored. Here, there for a minute scene, what it is, who it is, why she is in the film is unclear. What would it be like to yell at someone and not feel sorry for me? Antagonist - Menshov seems to be more than happy at first. Well, to hell with him, party apparatus, well, scriptwriters today can not find antagonists anywhere except in the structures of the then power. At least he was understandable and not one of those bad guys who want to hurt the heroes, just because the bad ones should be. To whom, I believed that the hero of Menshov sincerely convinced that Tarasov is a sadist and breaks the players of life, and in general, probably, it is. But closer to the finale, the role slipped into a kind of grotesque and became quite caricatured. All artistic ideas are fed into the forehead. Bulls at the beginning, which will naturally turn Canadians at the end, a walk on the rope on their hands, so that the arguments would appear more impressive, bad Chebarkulins, who do not want to get out of the ass in which they sit.
Events have almost changed everything. In general, I do not mind when events are changed, for example, books, I would not mind if a story about which quite a few facts are known, and even those rumors, were filmed. But the history of Kharlamov and the history of the Superseries-72 are too familiar, at least for people who are more or less interested in sports. All inconsistencies and chronological conscious errors are too striking and very disturbing to view. Although it is clear that if you shoot, as it really was, it will be very difficult to lead the audience into the hall.
In Soviet cinema there was such a tradition - films with a sad ending. The story of Kharlamov, which is not limited to the opening match of the Super Series, would fit perfectly. And we wouldn’t even have to end it with death. But that kind of movie wouldn’t work, at least not now. And this movie is probably going to break. And that's good.
I confess right away: I am not a big hockey fan, although, of course, I follow our team at the Olympics, although the results do not bring much satisfaction (perhaps the situation will change in 2014). But after watching Legends N17, I wanted to go to the SKA games, honestly. Even knowing in advance how the game shown in the film will end, you still sit in suspense and literally feel the pain that hockey players feel when playing hard against Canadians, both moral and physical. And let the Canadians are shown caricatured, with stupid faces and gum in everyone, but the perception of them as bulls in bullfighting is wonderfully played out. I really liked this directorial move.
Once upon a time, Oleg Menshikov was my favorite actor. After "State Counselor" attitude towards him shattered, but now it is impossible not to admit that he is really incredibly strong actor. And let Tarasov was actually different, but with such a reading of the image of a great coach, you understand why our hockey players were the best in the world (and let the Canadian series ended in the defeat of our national team - can you imagine what it is like to play in another country without the support of the gym?).
Danila Kozlovsky is, in my opinion, one of the most outstanding young Russian actors, and he confirms this with the role of Kharlamov. There is no need for a scene in the soul, because of which there was controversy, give or not give a rating of 6+ this film (I still do not understand how these ratings are distributed). Although probably the children giggle over it (at least the hall went into hysterical laughter when appearing in the frame Menshikov). Kharlamov in the performance of Kozlovsky really believe: that this man was capable of insane actions like hanging on one hand at a decent height in Chebarkul, that he is ashamed that his mother still sees in him a little boy who needs to be taken care of, that he is not ready to betray a loved one.
For some reason, despite all the external softness, I associate Vladimir Menshov with the ideal image of an official. The feeling that his smile is constantly hiding evil intent, from the very beginning of the film does not go out of my mind. A brilliant role in his piggy bank. At some point, you begin to truly hate this person and despise your own powerlessness in dealing with their peers. And admire those who are not afraid not to take his side in the fight for truth and their own ideals.
There is something missing that we all believe in. Biathlon without tears is sometimes impossible to watch, in figure skating is far from indisputable leadership, etc. So I think it’s important and important to make films like this. About the time when the inhabitants of the USSR were proud of their huge country, and when there was something to be proud of. About those dreams that were still in childhood and that were realized (and let it be just a beautiful movie story about the fact that Kharlamov dreamed of playing with Canadians, and in the end he realized this dream). We need to believe in something now, and so lack a worthwhile dream.
10 out of 10
I can’t say that I’m a big hockey fan, despite the fact that I know it well. Therefore, I will not allow myself to take liberties from the point of view of the sports component.
Honestly, with great skepticism towards domestic cinema, the latter can “behind the ears” to attract a couple of tolerable comedies for once. I went to the cinema with a certain amount of fear. For it is possible to forgive a somewhat filmed comedy, which, by and large, nobody cares, but one cannot accept a failed real story of the life of a great man. The current generation hardly remembers the names of the heroes of the Soviet Union. Time goes by, and now their heroes: Ovechkin, Kovalchuk, Semin ... probably it is right ... but still do not forget the history of geniuses, in this film adaptation is Valery Kharlamov...
As I noted earlier, I will not blame hockey for inaccuracies, not for that it was filmed, and you can not reproach the directors in this.. well, the anthem of the Russian Federation played, but some hockey moments were slightly exaggerated.. but after all, no one promised a documentary, comrades, let’s remember that this is an art shooting ...
Pleasantly surprised, pleased Danila Kozlovsky, probably it was here that the talent of this actor was revealed, who in my memory mostly plays little "fighters for life", mainly gigolo ... Looking at him, the viewer believes that he will cope, is afraid for him, is worried about how his fate will develop further ... probably it was there that young Kharlamov went to his cherished goal, failing, stumbling, falling, but continuing to go. .
But here ... immediately remember the second main character, coach Anatoly Tarasov, who was played by Oleg Menshikov ... let someone now disagree with me, someone will think that I took this film extremely emotionally ... but Menshikov’s game was almost outstanding ... somewhere I read from some hockey and film connoisseurs that the writers presented Tarasov as a psychopath ... so, the advice: read the interview with the premiere of Tatiana Tarasova, much will become clear ... at first, probably no one in the room is right, but Tarov’s character is not so young, but it seems to be understood by the young man, but the young one who is not so cruel from a person who is so young.
And it is not necessary, in my opinion, now to speculate that the dignity of Canadians who were compared to bulls was insulted, it is not necessary to focus on the fact that someone thought there was not enough love line, or that the credits begin immediately after winning a Super League match. This is a film about the way of becoming on his feet, about the vitality, about the steely character, about great people who are not with us, but who need to be equal ... for these 2 hours you can laugh and cry ...
If there were more such films, probably this is the only way to restore faith in the team, in the country, and we still have Sochi, eh., we remember with pain in our heart that we are going to have a chance to do something.
10 out of 10.
Thank you very much to all those who even indirectly put their hand in this film.
It is unfortunate, my friends, but it is! The only sad thing is that the Soviet Union no longer exists and will never be ... soda machines, pop-up sticks in foil, cities without traffic jams ... our team ... the magnificent three Mikhailov-Petrov-Kharlamov ... all this will remain only in our bright memory and in numerous film interpretations of that time.
This film is a fresh look at the greatest event of the time, why our fathers and mothers gathered in collective farms after harvest in small rooms with a radio or a small hissing TV to see and hear the game of our team! How many brilliant players were there.
Nikolai Lebedev decided to focus our attention on striker Valer Kharlamov and his “ticket to life” Anatoly Tarasov – a brilliant coach, about whom legends are no less than about the “number 17”.
The story of a simple boy playing youth matches, who lived a dream of “big sport”, his creative ascent and failures that arise in the process.
The story of a tyrant coach with a big heart, who also has a dream, a dream long in life. Not all dreams come true, but everything is possible if you make the necessary efforts!
This film is about a dream, about pain, about love, a very great love for the Motherland and, of course, about patriotism, because it was during the Soviet Union that our country was STRENGTH.
The film has many spectacular scenes, despite its genre of sports drama:
Running bulls, training at crazy heights on the ropes between the CHP in Chebarkul, and of course the main match in Montreal, which is impossible to watch sitting down and not enough air in your lungs when you see it!
I can not ignore the acting - most impressed (if not surprised) me in this film Oleg Menshikov, whom for some reason I did not perceive as a good actor ... until this moment! To say that Menshikov played well is to say nothing! He's gorgeous! Danila Kozlovsky - gave everything, it was really not so easy to play the legend, but he succeeded with more than a hundred!
Our cinema will not bend, as many skeptics say over and over again! This is another film masterpiece this year (after Metro), which we made for us! Good luck to our cinema and let it please us with at least a couple of masterpieces every year in spite of Hollywood.
10 out of 10
Sports dramas in Russia are not often released on the big screen, and as a rule, they are not successful. Legend N17 completely refutes all of this. With each new Russian film, the opinion about our cinema changes for the better.
Plot. September 2, 1972. Montreal. The USSR hockey team with a crushing score of 7:3 defeated Canadian professionals from the NHL in the opening match of the epochal USSR-Canada Super Series. It wasn’t just a game, it was a battle for your country that turned the world’s view of hockey. The whole world knew him by the number 17. Valery Kharlamov, who scored 2 goals in that match, instantly soared to the top of fame. His dream came true - perseverance, sports talent and harsh lessons of the great coach Anatoly Tarasov made the "number 17" a legend of world hockey.
One hockey will not go far, so the creators weave to the plot of various tricky situations relevant to that time. Quite long for such a genre, the timing of the picture does not make it protracted, even on the reverse, all two hours the film keeps you in suspense. The main task of the film is one hundred percent fulfilled. Both during and after watching you have an indescribable sense of patriotism, this is the main thing.
Sports ice part of the film turned out great, especially worth noting the main match of the USSR – Canada. Being a real hockey player, I felt the same way when I was sitting in a movie theater chair. The feeling of speed, power struggle, drive and energy, all this is present in the film.
The cast. I thought for a long time who besides Danila Kozlovsky could cope with such a responsible and serious role. Not one actor ever came to mind. In addition to good external similarity, Danila has something internal, real and hockey. Not without the masters, Vladimir Menshov and Roman Madianov perfectly coped with their roles.
Bottom line: a great movie that is definitely worth spending your time on. It’s nice to know that Russian cinema is rising higher thanks to such films. I would recommend watching.
Here, finally, it is the film, which has long missed the Russian viewer, choking with the abundance of all sorts of unpleasant, stupid remakes of Soviet classics and other modern consumer goods, as a breath of fresh air “Legend N17” burst into cinemas, and piercingly conquered the hearts of the audience, leaving no one indifferent. A film with a stunningly made not only outer shell, a pleasant picture, but also, most importantly, inside filled with strong thoughts, emotions, actions. And finally, truly allowing you to experience such a feeling as patriotism, which we already forget, ashamed, shun, distort its meaning.
Powerful, charging action, range of feelings, emotions has a picture from beginning to end, struggle and trials in all manifestations. But our whole life is a struggle, endless trials, the desire to achieve something. So for our main character, a truly great man, who can be deservedly recognized as a hero of our time, Valery Kharlamov, most reliably and accurately played by Kozlovsky, hockey becomes the meaning of life. And the viewer, for two hours, watches the formation of a strong, courageous, decisive, uncompromising personality. There is no other purpose for him, he lives only one. And he is obliged to win, to go through all the difficulties that fate ruthlessly presents him, because this is how the coach who guided you on the right path, raised from you exactly the one that millions of people remember and will remember.
Yes, it is such a movie that inspires the Russian audience, makes you tremble, empathize, excite the imagination. A sincere, rich, even slightly mystical, film that is a must-see for everyone.
9 out of 10
The phenomenon of “Breakthrough of Russian cinema” has long been something like the Bigfoot or the “Flying Dutchman” – there is a lot of talk about him, someone seems to have even seen him, but there is still no exact confirmation of the fact of his existence. The biopic about the great Soviet hockey player Kharlamov is a breakthrough in its kind, albeit testifying only to how long the Russian mainstream will have to break through to some unknown heights.
Director Nikolai Lebedev, like many others before him, shot a movie on Hollywood patterns. The film-biography meets sports drama - a hybrid of genres that in America managed to evolve to "Larry Flint" and "Wrestler", in our country is just emerging, as for its two components. Biographies are very simple. In the Soviet Union, the genre existed, albeit not with all conveniences: it is almost impossible to shoot about emperors, liberal writers at some point ended, Lenin is the most alive, and Andrey Rublev does not count. Then crime became fashionable, and living yesterday became impractical. And only in the last few years in a rather strange sequence on the big screens appeared the stories of Kolchak, Mavrodi and the notorious film about the KGB and the rubber mask. With sports dramas, it is still easier - here are only examples of the inexorably tragic (poor Milla) movie "Vytrotasy".
Lebedev’s film seems to have everything to please everyone and at once – a juicy picture, a pleasant atmosphere, an unusual charm of depicting Soviet reality in the traditions of Hollywood brilliance, Oleg Menshikov – in glasses and in profile like George Smiley, good hockey players, bad but loving party members and spirit-lifting conversations every two minutes, and in the strangest interiors – cables high above the ground, shower, morgue.
Genre clichés, carefully spelled out by screenwriter Mestetsky, who is actually Russian Charlie Kaufman, sometimes fascinate with their striking shamelessness. Okay, coach Tarasov goes to slo-mo, whispers dramatically "Your number is seventeenth!" and in the final opens a kind of analogue of voodoo dolls. Okay, Canadians, made to about the same level of realism as the famous Terrence and Philip, chew gum more insistently than Brad Pitt and communicate exclusively through the phrases "Good job" and "Something there Ass." Okay, a team from Chebarkul with wonderful people, but prison orders. All right, every line can be written down and then quoted. Okay, for some reason, carefully sweeping through the years, a photo written over the Russian hockey players in the amount of a million dollars. Okay, bullfight. But coupled with the fact that the hockey player’s injury for the sake of drama was postponed four years earlier, and the scandalous decisive match between CSKA and Spartak for the sake of political motive – three years later, even turning into a friendly game with the participation of the national team, that Kharlamov could not have any relations with his future wife at that time (especially with airports, trams and diners) because of her, it is scary to say, minority, what is happening only raises the obvious question: “And here, in fact, Kharlamov?” However, it does not matter: those who need real events or already know them, or read them on Wikipedia.
In fact, it would be possible to forgive all this, and Kharlamov’s non-existent goal in the debut match for CSKA in the very last second of the game (although no, it is still impossible to do this). The same absolutely unreliable Forman's "Amadeus" can be justified by just one argument (except that the whole film is a story of a mentally ill) - the movie is not about Mozart at all. It was a story of envy, disgusting genius in all respects and pleasant until the time of mediocrity, the main character there is Salieri, and Wolfgang Amadeevich himself - well, he writes music wonderfully and formally dies at the end. “Legend N17” seems to have little to offer in exchange for the incorrectly stated facts: about the thoughts that you should always work in a team, have a purpose in life, and, in spite of everything, still believe in yourself, even mention something awkward, but there is a caption “Dedicated ...” – also important, also necessary, right, sweet, touching and in general.
The film itself, in principle, is just touching and cute - and it, unlike many other similar ones, if it does not work out, then for some reason I want to love it a little. The question of importance is much more ambiguous. Legend N17, apparently, has already become a Russian hit — so, in the future we are waiting for about the same cute and touching numbered legends. And that such films differ from their posters with the spiritualized faces of the characters only in the fact that the poster is boring to watch for more than two hours - it does not matter. It doesn’t matter that a more slim director would write in front of the credits that the very famous series was won by Canadians – those who need it or already know it, or will read it on Wikipedia.
The biography of the outstanding Soviet hockey player V. B. Kharlamov is a good basis for such a specific genre as sports drama. Considering how to use such a framework... They used it as usual. Pulled individual facts of the biography change places, and the output is a curved cross-linked canvas as a script for the film.
The main character appears to the viewer overexpressive, but, fortunately, not infantile. He is ready to start yelling and breaking at any time. What is not surprising, because the actions of the coach, which are not amenable to reasonable assessment from the outside, are aimed rather at the complete and irrevocable suppression of the will of a promising young hockey player than at its hardening.
It would be logical to assume that one of the lines in the plot should have been romantic. But for Svetlana Ivanova, shooting the film became, obviously, a kind of vacation. She acted as just another background scenery, along with the servants of the law, a stereotypical nurse with scarlet lips and other no less “colorful” characters.
In fact, until the very end, there was a sliver of hope for a good deal of drama. It begins as the decisive match of the hockey super series between the national teams of the USSR and Canada of the 72nd. Kharlamov only after the injury, which he received with the help of a time machine straight from the future of the 76th year. Okay, it doesn't matter, I just want to see the real drama of the game through the pain. But instead of acting, verified camera work, atmospheric musical accompaniment, we have a banal change of frames: from GO-PRO cameras, somehow transmitting the course of the game, to a former coach using asphalt, probably as a voodoo doll and, finally, a smooth transition to the blurred plans of running bulls. All this magnificence is served under a certain, or buzzing, or the crackling of a cheap ambient.
Probably, the bulls and the uncle with a red rag are the main symbol from childhood, which made Kozlovsky not the great Kharlamov, as it should have been, but a kind of terminator with a collapsed knee. Crumpled, contrived and completely emotionless crafts “based on motives”.
3 out of 10
Thanks to her mother, she learned about Valeria Kharlamov as a child, saw many programs about him and always admired our USSR team. From the stories of my mother, I always felt warm in my heart, she loved that time and I loved it as much as she did.
And this film did incredible – it gave me these feelings again and even more, I felt the taste of that era of REAL hockey, on myself.
Nikita Kozlovsky – I’m not his fan, actually, but there were no complaints about his game before. The first minutes of the film, I carefully compared his appearance with Kharlamov, but then one day I believed, plunged into something real and worthwhile. Nikita played perfectly, did not overplay, was sincere, strong, soulful, everything was in him, everything you need.
Next about Tarasov, at first I was confused by the appearance of Menshikov, Anatoly Tarasov was not. He was quite heavy and thick, and Menshikov, well, quite elegant for this role. But seconds passed and I let go. It was brilliant, every phrase, look, gesture, caused tears, trembling, anger. Finally you just fall in love with him, then you hate him, then you fall in love again. My God, I felt this energy through the screen, the fire of his hopes and aspirations. I have no words, I have no words.
Vladimir Menshov, in the role of Balakhin, caused a persistent desire to kill him, which, in general, plus his negative role, I hated him as a fierce enemy, and I wanted to roar: “Give him someone in the face.” Strong game.
Of course, I could focus on the flaws, the love line in this movie. After all, Svetlana Ivanova, I was initially not satisfied with the role of his wife, Valery Kharlamov. She was not at all like that, and she played Ivanov badly, thank God, there were not so many scenes with her participation. There were times when the taste of American, muddy water.
Scenes with bulls and graphics, somewhat unnatural Canadians and Spaniards, as well as a moment with a rope and heroic speech.
But honestly, all this was blocked by some wild sincerity, this light, the wonderful light that came from this picture.
And also, to praise the Polish cameraman Irek Hartović, the scenes in the matches were so enchanting, beautiful, dynamic. I shouted a goal right in the auditorium, and I am not alone, almost the entire hall did the same.
The feeling of a real hockey match, that's the real thing - it's here and now. Even after the movie, it feels like you were rooting for the team and they won. This is the first time in a movie, really.
In general, I liked it so much that I can not even adequately describe it, with all its shortcomings, this film gave me a piece of that time, exactly what I dreamed of visiting.
Thank you.
Valera Kharlamov is a promising hockey player who has both talent and a persistent desire to win. But I have to vegetate with my friend Guss in my hometown, where the demand for champions is low. The meeting with the legendary coach Anatoly Tarasov finally gives a long-awaited impetus to his career, but it will be a long and thorny path to the long-awaited big victory.
The Russian movie is slowly getting better. Success God forbid began not only in art-house ("How I spent this summer", "Faust") and crime ("Brigade", "Zhmurki", "Boomer"), but also in simple genre cinema. Only recently, they performed well in the military genre (“Brest Fortress”), filmed a couple of digestible comedies (“Inadequate People”, “What Men Talk About”), cautiously embarked on the risky path of disaster films in Metro, and now they ventured to shoot traditional sports movies. Traditional, which is characteristic, is not for us, as the sad experiences of Vykrutas, Match and Game already indicate. But, thank God, there were people who were able to learn from the stuffed cones of the authors of previous creations.
“Legend N17” was long modified by Nikolai Lebedev and 3 screenwriters to turn from a biopic about the famous player Kharlamov into something more ambitious, exciting one of the most important stages of our glorious Soviet past – the victory of the USSR team over the strongest team of Canada. And given our situation, the result is really pleasantly surprising. Even by the standards of the ornate Hollywood advantages of themselves, the path of our hero is quite tricky and complex, which is actively promoted by the chicly inscribed image of coach Tarasov, without exaggeration, perfectly played by Oleg Menshikov (his best role for a long time). And even not so much the final battle on the ice, as it is these difficult situations between the coach and his students awaken in some ages that sense of pride for their country and the people who defended their gates, as if the motherland, taking on the chest of pucks and sadistic technique of Canadians (about this moment you can read more in the film “Bouncer” Michael Daus). And, of course, a perfectly staged game, while watching which, even those people who once saw the match on TV, bit their elbows in particularly tense moments. At the same time, what pleases, did this time without any clowning and bloody hell as in last year’s “Vysotsky”. You feel a healthy sense of humor and, most importantly, interest in the topic. It is time to forget a little about all the terrible repression and persecution, and tune in to what was besides them at that time.
9 out of 10
The role of Valery Kharlamov in the history of our sport, and the country as a whole, cannot be overestimated. In fact, there are not so many athletes in our country who deserve full recognition around the world, and the fact of his unexpected and tragic death only contributed to his peculiar canonization. Needless to say, his fate and asked for the screens, given that with each new generation went deeper into history, our “Great Red Machine”, which brought terror to both Canadians and other hockey powers?
To be fair, one attempt to shoot a biopic about Valeria Kharlamov has already been made. Painting "Valery Kharlamov". Not many people watched the extra time, and it only went straight to TV and video. Honestly, absolutely relevant. However, after the recent hype caused by the biographical drama about Vysotsky, to shoot a potential box office hit with a decent budget about our outstanding hockey player was quite appropriate. What did the director Nikolai Lebedev with the active support of Nikita Mikhalkov, his studio “Trite” and the best domestic filmmakers.
There was a lot of skepticism, because most of our so-called blockbusters actually appeared before us as soap bubbles. Lebedev’s comrades risked their reputation, working on a picture about a person like Kharlamov, but, to my great joy, all fears were in vain. Instead of a film-object of ridicule, we received in the person of Legends N17 an object of pride for our cinema, and finally convinced that for pennies by Hollywood standards we can shoot a cool mainstream picture.
Nikolai Lebedev did not shoot a biopic in the form we are used to seeing films of this kind. This is rather a collection of real facts about Valeria Kharlamov, many of which for the sake of dramatization moved in time space - whether it is the acquaintance of the hockey player with his future wife, his first car accident, the offer of a millionth contract from the NHL and even the famous injury for authorship from Bobby Clark - however, to dispute their veracity is pointless, and the tape did not suffer from this, becoming thus similar not to a dry biography, but to a real legend.
At the same time, Legend N17 is not a pure sports drama, as you would expect. The transformation of Kharlamov into a real star, the formation of the legendary three Mikhailov-Petrov-Kharlamov and the exhausting training of Anatoly Tarasov are shown quite bare-dashed, but at the same time the creators focused on the first match of the Super Series in 1972 and at the same time - the main game in the life of the 17th number of CSKA and the USSR national team, hitting, as they say, in the bull’s eye. Because hockey has never been shown in our movies. Let the camera sometimes trembles to the wrong place, let the Canadians be shown somewhat caricatured - to criticize the creators for such small flaws is not very desirable, because the naked eye notices the amount of nerves spent during the shooting.
The main difference between Lebedev’s film and the ever-memorable “Vysotsky” is the central character. The makeup on Sergei Bezrukov was complex and high-quality, but the whole artificiality of this approach still crawled out. Here the main role was played by Danila Kozlovsky, who, in addition to being one of the most promising of our actors, also looks like his character in appearance. That is why the son of a Russian and a Bascon on the screen looks so alive and passionate, as it was in reality. However, the most striking character of the film, even with such an impressive main character, is Anatoly Tarasov in the stunning performance of Oleg Menshikov. Being not at all like a great coach, although he was wearing the famous Tarasov hat and jacket, he showed such power and charisma that every time he appears from the screen almost rains sparks. Menshikov in his, in my opinion, best role in the last 10 years eclipsed everyone and everything, and not giving him all our film awards for this wonderful work would be a big crime. Other actors, especially Vladimir Menshov, Roman Madianov and Nina Usatova, have not pumped at all, just in comparison with such Anatoly Tarasov, they all pale. And as for other players of the USSR national team, the creators tried to make the performers more or less similar to their characters, because the whole country knows them in person! So it turned out that the same Tretyaka, Mikhailov and Ragulin, who was generally played by his own son, can be recognized almost immediately.
I do not know how the box office fate of this picture will turn out in the end, but I can safely assume that we received not just a successful hit (in the end, What Men Do also paid off at the box office), but a real tribute to the memory and respect of Kharlamov, Tarasov, Bobrov – all those who crushed Canadians, forged the glory of domestic hockey, who left their health for this and those who are no longer with us. I want to say thank you to the creators and actors because they deserve it.
Legend number 17 – when the whole auditorium claps!
Legend Number 17 - When the whole hall slams!
This was the last time I saw it... never! The whole auditorium was busy and people cried several times for the film! What are the “Armageddons” and “Titanics”?
"The puck was thrown by Valery Kharlamov!"
We go to Ak Bars in Kazan with our whole family and are hot fans of this team, because it is the team that plays the most in that, our, Soviet hockey - hockey of courage, talent and team skills. That's why he collects stadiums and is attended by families. In Canada, it's a religion! And to win in Canada in the first confrontation of great systems, with the greatest players of our time. Playing, at the same time, almost with a broken leg on the moral-volitional, having suffered not just victory: a monument to the dream of millions of Soviet boys! The legendary Valery Kharlamov! I did not see him alive, he had already gone undefeated, when I began to consciously watch hockey: my five dreams are the five Red Machine Makarov, Larionov, Krutov, Fetisov and Kasatonov. The third is great, there is no dispute, but Valera is like... Maradona then and Messi now in football. But only he is ours, the most Spanish of Russians and the most Russian of Spaniards!
That’s why we were waiting for this film, and not only did it not disappoint: it breathed new life into Russian cinema! The film itself fascinated from the first minutes: Nikita Mikhalkov’s comrades, Nikolai Lebedev and the team created a real masterpiece in the biopeak genre. The film does not let go for a second, and, in my opinion, is the best illustration of the incomprehensible Russian soul. When against the current, on the veins and with blood from the mouth, swaying for a long time, and then to Berlin (read, to Montreal)! And how many familiar with “Vysotsky” techniques, nostalgic intonations, in everything the passing epicity, but without false pathos, as in the Americans. Nikita Kozlovsky is a good actor, and here he is just one hundred percent similar. But what did the Menshikov do? This is definitely one of his best roles in all his glorious acting biography. Who else would have played with the Stars? There were camps and real tragedies. In this film, the crown of glory shows a truly historic match: the first of the legendary super series Canada - the USSR, won by our heroes, who were beaten the whole match by angry Canadian professionals, with a score of 7-3! The match, after which Phil Esposito and Bobby Hull had to apologize to millions of fans, recognizing that hockey can play not only Canadians.
The atmosphere of party intrigues and all the hockey tricks that broke many fates is perfectly conveyed: including Tarasov and Kharlamov. After all, in 1981, after Kharlamov was unhooked from the national team, before the Canadian Cup, he could not survive it. And just before the match came the news that he was gone. Fetisov recalled that all the players wanted to go to the funeral, refusing to match the strongest in the history of the Canadian team. Already with the main legend of hockey Gretzky. A real riot was brewing, because they did not let Valera into the national team all the same intrigues of high party cabinets. But the team decided to stay and give Valera a farewell salute. It sounded like a cannon when the legendary “Red Machine” destroyed the Canadians with a score of 8-1. And it was the best funeral in the world of legend number 17!
This is more than hockey.
And at the end of the film, to the legendary voice of Ozerov, the Canadians applauded the players who do not know million contracts, who instead of simulators ran with crowbars over their heads, and most of the applause, of course, dedicated to Valery Kharlamov. But there was also the legend Vladislav Tretiak in the gate!
And these applause lit a standing ovation in the cinema: how many boys will bring such films to the stadium! How many hearts of fans will burn with pride for their country, for the honorable right to call themselves Russian!
The filmmakers have a low bow!
I saw the happy faces of people coming out of the film: they have a future, it is wet with proud tears eyes.
Watch everyone with the kids! This film is a real event of Russian cinema, which is reborn from the ashes.
And let those who claim that they do not know how to make movies in Russia shut up!
They can take pictures of us, as they can! They can make the viewer laugh and cry, awaken the ability to empathize, cause delight and make you think.
Some very authoritative scholars argue that history is written not by individuals, but by entire nations. Like, personality is nothing in the cycle of large-scale events. I strongly disagree, and Legend N17 is one of my arguments. This is a story about a man who had a goal, a dream. And he went to her, sometimes inevitably stumbling, but not turning away.
"You can or can't, it's up to you."
That’s how you get real success. Just like that.
Valery Kharlamov (Danila Kozlovsky) is a nugget. He didn't just win, he lived hockey. Kozlovsky - a great actor. Artistic, beautiful Danila was able to brilliantly play the legend of domestic hockey. A man who is strong and purposeful, decent and correct, brave and sincere. He managed to interact quite successfully with the ruling party, which at that time (and now it is relevant, just the question is not so acute) was a real achievement and, probably, art. We are not just a player of the USSR national hockey team, but a true patriot who plays honestly (always and everywhere). With all my heart I wish Danila Kozlovsky bright roles and good luck in the cinema! I hope that the career of this talented actor will develop.
Anatoly Vladimirovich Tarasov (Oleg Menshikov). Coach - and this is all said. Tatiana Tarasova said that her father was a passionate person, although you can’t tell by appearance. But she did not deceive, and Menshikov magnificently played the great Anatoly Tarasov. Hockey is his whole life, his pride and disappointments. He put his soul into these guys and turned them into champions, into “iron men who can beat any opponent.”
"CSKA, stand up (babah)!" Spartacus, get up! The wings are up!
Menshikov, of course, "heavy artillery." By definition, he could not play badly. It happened. A powerful man appeared on the screen, a Master, a real Strategist and Tactician. He remained a coach until the end. I express my infinite respect and admiration for Oleg Menshikov. Bravo, Master!
"Fun, more fun!" We're in hockey!
It’s amazing how brilliant actors are! During the film, my hatred of Vladimir Menshov’s hero grew exponentially! You have to be like that, oh, I'll hold on. I will only say that I love the director Menshov very much, and I cannot but respect the actor Menshov for such an “unbelievable” role of a party scumbag (I couldn’t resist).
Mother (Alejandra Grepi) Proud, charismatic, she adores her son. He looks like her. A Spanish woman cannot be played; she must be born.
Irina (Svetlana Ivanova) - a bright, pleasant girl who became Kharlamov's muse, his guiding star. Ivanova is a wonderful actress! She, like Kozlovsky, deserves good roles and interesting scripts.
In journalism, there is such a postulate: start and finish an article on one note - aerobatics. Probably the same goes for movies. Allegory with bulls is just a masterpiece. By the way, a brilliant idea could very easily be spoiled by pathosity or inept shooting. But luckily, it did! Everything turned out beautiful and shrill.
The 1972 match in Montreal is not just a sporting event. This is a real war. Millions of people watched the battle of the USSR against the Canadians. By the way, the latter are presented as vain, self-confident egoists. However, they had every reason for that - after all, they were invincible. For a while.
Waller, what did he tell you?
- I told you what the hell you'd win if it wasn't for Goose!
Legend N17 is a very patriotic movie. This is what we need to shoot in our country, which does not yet have a national idea. It used to be, and now we live without it. But it's temporary, things will change soon. Probably, “Legend...” is a film not only about the great hockey player, but also about each of us. Follow your dreams, but play fair; believe in your victory, but never stop being human.
A movie that can be watched over and over again.
With a sacred faith in the national cinema and with special gratitude to the director Nikolai Lebedev,
10 out of 10
They can when they want! I did not expect this from Russian cinema, given my negative attitude towards it. I enjoyed watching everything that happened on the screen. Our viewer is much more pleased to look at the glorification of his homeland than at its many humiliations. The filmmakers understood that, and thank you so much! The film tells about the rise to fame of the great Soviet hockey player Valery Kharlamov and the first match of the epochal Super Series of the USSR - Canada in 1972.
Little Valery Kharlamov spent part of his childhood with his mother in Spain. In the USSR, Kharlamov (his mother is Spanish, and his father is from the Soviet Union) began to engage in hockey. Initially, he played for a little-known and inconspicuous team called “Star” from the industrial town of the USSR. But the talented player Valery began to bring his team great victories, after which his attention turned to him Anatoly Tarasov (coach CSKA). Coach Tarasov invited Kharlamov to his team and became a mentor of the future legend. On the way to fame, Valer was waiting for difficulties: exhausting training, problems in his personal life, difficult matches and even a broken leg. But Kharlamov did not give up and still became one of the members of the USSR national team. Overcome difficulties Valery helped Tarasov, who could not become a coach of the national team. The Super Series match is approaching, the whole country freezes in anticipation of an epochal match, no one believes in the victory of the USSR national team. And only Anatoly Tarasov does not doubt for a second that the Soviet Union team will surpass and defeat the Canadian national team on the ice.
From the director Nikolai Lebedev ("Volkodav) it was impossible to expect such a film. This man knows how to surprise. The budget of 10 million euros seems excessive. I still don’t know what all the money went into, probably visual effects and good sound reduction. It is good that Mikhalkov remained only a producer and did not start sticking his hands wherever it was necessary.
Did all the actors go through casting and seriously prepare for their roles? Most likely, because nothing else to explain this game is simply impossible. The role of Kharlamov was played by Danil Kozlovsky. Trust in this actor was zero, if you remember the failed film “Spirit Less”. But he coped with his task quite well, a serious approach to the matter is immediately visible. The quality of the game depends on the quality of the role. Most of all pleased Oleg Menshikov (" Weary by the sun, State Counselor, Doctor Zhivago), who played the role of coach Tarasov. It was an unrivalled game! Mikhalkov’s favorite plays so that the hall is breathtaking from every word he utters. If the Oscars were awarded to foreign actors, Oleg Menshikov could well have received such a prize (at least Menshikov would look no worse than other nominees). In the role of an evil Canadian hockey player was made by a native of Germany - Goetz Otto (" Schindler's List, "Cloud Atlas"). This actor deserves a mention, his role is not so big. Another remembered Spaniard Alejandra Grepi (Kharlamov’s mother), it seems that she got used to her role 100% (she has an undoubted talent). But Svetlana Ivanova (girl of the main character) did not like at all, somehow this actress does not fit into the overall picture of the film.
The script is clearly and correctly constructed. One event smoothly flows into another. This is not typical for native cinema. I hope that the fashion for quality scenarios will continue. Now for dialogue. The conversations and phrases of the characters (especially Menshikov) attract the attention of the audience no worse than scenes on ice. There are jokes in the movie and most of them are funny. There were also sad moments, a couple of times I almost cried.
The first thing you pay attention to on the screen is the manner of shooting. The early years of the hero were shot on 16-millimeter film, the heyday – on 35-millimeter, and the match in Canada – on digital cameras. Quite an original approach. Only the 16-millimeter is very rippling in the eyes. The picture in sports films is very difficult to make clear, so I will not be too picky about the blurred image during matches (but I warn you – eyes really run away to the sides).
The visual effects surprised me with their quality. There were a couple of repetitions of the same scenes, but it was only in the beginning. The production of the hockey scenes was handled by Canadian Jodie Stasek, who worked on many films, including “2012” and “Inception”. Apparently, he spent a tidy sum from the budget. Frankly infuriated only background static pictures, which are painted cities in the background.
The sound quality was also good. The voices of the characters are clearly audible and background noises do not interfere with listening to them. The soundtrack is weak, but there are no “fashionable” songs in the background.
I liked the movie. A rare example of good Russian cinema. Finally made a picture of a man whose willpower and desire to win inspires people. The film tells not about Russia, but about its recent past. Patriotism should be nurtured on such films.
To all those who worked on this picture, I want to pay my respects. Pride for the country and for the national cinema is beginning to revive.
Who's watching?
Everyone and everyone! Especially those who saw the match in 1972.
In the course of viewing mentally building in my head the future review, somewhere up to the beginning of the third act I wanted to limit myself to a short remark: “Cinema is cool”, emphasize a few subjective shortcomings (after a couple of paragraphs I will still dwell on them) and recommend the picture to everyone and everything. However, the so-called third act actually happened. There was a finale and the total amount of impressions from the film was badly spoiled, even if the pluses continued to outweigh the minuses. In other words, it turned out as in that famous anecdote about Chapaev - something good, but there is a nuance.
Of course, you can argue with me that the ending here is just the most delicious, and such remarks will be fair in many respects, however. I don’t remember how many endings I saw, but I do remember at least six. Six times (and the sixth, I think, more recently) I’ve watched Richard Curtis’ film Love Actually, under the curtain of which a bunch of good people also meet in different parts of the world (and then in one corner) and there is sudden collective happiness, and there were also, for example, our Christmas trees. So, going back to the anecdotal nuance, everything seems to be good in this final, say, twenty minutes, but there is a lot of Hollywood in it. I understand that this is more reliable, I understand that the method of presentation chosen by the authors is the closest to the modern viewer, I even agree that the screenwriters are good at everything (and how many they have watched good Western spirit-lifting films and how many, apparently, have read sensible books on genre drama), but the lack of national identity, traced even in the prologue with bulls and in something inherent in the genre of sports drama itself, by the end acquires some very gigantic dimensions and is felt almost physically. The coach waves his stick in the yard, the drunks in the monkey house ask the police to move away from the TV, the mother silently strokes, turning away and watching what is happening on the screen in the mirror, the match continues. Edit, edit, edit. No, this is certainly not an Armenian remake of the Flying Schwarzenegger and the faces in the frame seem so close and familiar, but this is not a Russian movie, friends. At the purely technical level of presenting history, ours is nothing. Nothing.
In the details of “Legend N17” comes out a complete awkwardness with the romantic line. Not in relation to the text, to the text, I repeat, there are no complaints (and the dialogue about the head of the fleet is absolutely charming), but from the point of view of actors and filming decisions. I personally Ivanova for a long time do not believe in a single gram, and there are also these vulgar crumbling fruits and funny poems on the balcony that make you remember young Okhlobystin. Further, Kharlamov’s friendship line with Guskov is already, apparently, such a parody of “The Adventures of Electronics”. I don't know if it's intentional or not, but nice, I laughed. Recreation of the era of the seventies, I personally also raised questions (I do not like such visual solutions from the series “dust glass or film strip, abandoned in a pioneer warehouse”), but it is quite nitpicking. Much more importantly, observers better versed in sports, Soviet history and politics, for their part, are likely to dig up a bunch of inaccuracies here, but I will not be in the subjunctive - it is not for me to decide.
After all, "Legend," with the exception of the aforementioned Ivanova, has a complete cast order. Kozlovsky is a talented guy and when the material allows him to show his talent to the fullest, Danila does not miss such a profitable opportunity. Menshikov, in turn, is quite magnificent here. They said, they say, a lot includes the master, but I, sorry sir, do not see, I see skill. Menshov is also beautiful in the role of a nasty government litter, and the performer of the episodic but important role of Bobrov (he did not find a comrade in the credits) is very good. Well, Hollywood is Hollywood, but if this is the only way to reach the audience’s heart, then probably why not. The positive energy of the tape in general makes it race on all pairs, classic for sports cinema, which our industry rarely indulges in (well, do not remember, it is God, through the fake Match with Bezrukov), techniques like slow-mo and shooting with a subjective camera do not seem beaten here, the message is present - for each victory is different, but for all one.
Summarizing all of the above, it is worth admitting that, perhaps, I am the only one who sees our new film not as an adjustment (even successful) to the United States, but rather as a very sophisticated Europe, something that will immediately tell any viewer – it is modern Russian cinema, it is original and good. “Legend N17” is made very decently, for our century (when, probably, no one thinks locally, that is, nations) is universal in form and, probably, will always be relevant in content, but there is something really real, something in Russian piercing, something native in it all the same. Similar qualities had, for example, and the recent French hit “1 + 1” (forgive such a bold analogy, you will soon understand what I mean), but at the same time was deprived of a strictly French identity, the original “chip” (humor is not a “chip”, but a way to tell). What happened in the end? Omar Si is already in Hollywood. Danila Kozlovsky is already in Hollywood. All of this is great, but...
The victorious procession of Legends N17 through the cinema halls of the Fatherland is an interesting and symptomatic fact. We can congratulate each other – Russian cinema has become big and mature. But even more so than before.
The tradition of heroic film biography equally flourished in their native and Californian land. Only here, for obvious reasons, they filmed more and more about people of the state type Ivan the Terrible with Peter the Great, and there about all sorts of heroic singles, including from the world of physical education and sports (remember the films about Muhammad Ali and little-known baseball players). “Legend” clearly demonstrates how bizarrely intertwined in the new Russian cinema features of the Soviet and Hollywood Big styles.
The film about the great Soviet hockey player Valery Kharlamov is built and shot absolutely in the style of the great - not in the sense of artistic, but in the breadth of scope - American cinema, where the single hero goes against the system and as a result successfully flexes this system for himself. Exactly like the last hero of the action movie, a nondescript and tenacious kid - and Kharlamov was about that in life and was, of course, looking at the lead actor Danila Kozlovsky hardly believes - becomes a hockey superstar, the winner of Canadian professionals and a hero of the nation. Next to him, in full accordance with the same biopeak traditions, there is a mentor, a villain (the representative of the Sports Committee in the person of Vladimir Menshov, who personifies all the vileness of the Soviet system), and a beauty (already beginning to irritate Svetlana Ivanov with her naive freckles).
Particular mention deserves, perhaps, the first of the listed series - the famous hockey coach Anatoly Tarasov performed by Oleg Menshikov. The image is remarkable not only in that it is slightly knocked out of the usual genre paradigm “good-bad” by its ambiguity. Tarasov, though gnostic Kharlamov on the bench, but not for a minute does not allow the viewer to doubt his own genius - but also clearly marked by Menshikov's transition to another acting league - from heroes to characteristic characters. This transition was successful to a man who five years ago could still quite claim the role of Kharlamov, brilliantly, leaving only to lament the inexorability of time, but in no case the loss of Oleg Evgenyevich skills and charisma.
With the rest of the participants of this hockey-melodrama-political ballet is a little more difficult. The word “ballet”, by the way, I used not by chance – the way the hockey episodes are filmed makes me remember the second, after hockey itself, export pride of the Soviet Union. The montage and plasticity of the moments of the game and the truth are ballet beautiful and, no less important, do not leave a sense of artificiality - as alas, often happens when people try to show sports in movies. Outside of the room, it’s not bad. Just trying to combine Hollywood with Chebarkul seems to me initially wrong, regardless of the final result.
The heroic saga unwittingly dictates the simplification and flattening of characters and situations. This sinned and Soviet cinema about steelmakers, and Hollywood — about gentlemen. For example, in Legend, Kharlamov’s life is shown exactly before the final whistle of the first match of the famous Super Series in 1972 with the Canadians – although after that he had almost a decade of a career that contained many beautiful, sad, and tragic death in the end. But it's like it didn't exist. Since from the standpoint of today we undertake to aestheticize the emphatically non-Soviet heroes of our Soviet past – the same Vysotsky, now Kharlamov, soon the film will be released about Gagarin – it is rather strange to do this with the techniques of the same “scoop”, from which these same heroes have been trying all their lives if not to escape, then to withdraw.
I am sure that from the point of view of the box office, Legend and its creators will rather win, making up their cinema from the recognizable stamps of Hollywood of today and Mosfilm the day before yesterday. From the point of view of art, hardly. Perhaps the main advantages and disadvantages of the film are associated with the name "Mikhalkov" in the credits - not as a director, but as a producer, but still this explains a lot. Too loudly boiling power pathos is clearly from him, from Nikita Sergeevich, but from him also a subtle parallel of Kharlamov’s childhood memories of an involuntary improvised bullfight with a hockey battle.
Of course, “Legend” is a movie for which I am not ashamed. The film is important at least so that the generation of fifteen-year-olds - and it is due to a powerful advertising campaign will definitely come to the halls - correlate the name "Harlam" not only with the character Comedy Club. But if you dig deeper - making a very Russian-in-spirit story about one of the iconic figures of domestic sports, it is strange to keep Hollywood patterns in front of you. It’s like pouring soda into mead and adding ice – a cocktail is certainly fun, but why? It seems that the director Lebedev’s comrades, like our hockey players in that famous Super Series of 1972, set themselves the task of beating the North Americans on their field. As coaches say, to win a strong team it is important to play their game, and not to adapt to the opponent, especially virtual.
The film is about becoming a person; about what if you think it’s over, it’s not, because it’s only your decision – you can or can’t; about the turning points of life, about the breakdown of the system, about faith.
The film is not only and not so much about Kharlamov, but about a coach who did not become a coach of the national team, but believed that the Red Machine can cope with the Canadians themselves (!), the founders of hockey.
Perhaps hockey is the only sport that has preserved Soviet traditions, in the best sense of this tradition. Now it is perceived by some regularity that our guys win at international tournaments, adequately representing the country. I think we’ve been playing hockey quite recently.
Thornist was the way of the world-famous hockey player. The toughness, even Tarasov's despotism, somewhere suppressed the young player. Scenes where the future hockey master sat on the podium, on the bench, just waiting. .
" - What about me? To watch?
- People to look at CSKA pay 3 rubles
Political games ... games on ice ... came together in this match, the central event of the picture. The famous match on September 2, 1972. The match in which the Soviet Union team beat the Canadian professionals with a crushing score of 7:3.
“I’ve always dreamed of playing with Canadians... to kick you!”
Correctly shown, I think, and the situation of that time in the USSR. The Communist Party. Obedience.
"There is an installation from Moscow to play a draw"
The atmosphere of the film is amazing. All the time, and it is not enough, it is more than two hours (although it is not superfluous to say) passed in one breath! The script is very good, the use of small cameras attached to the puck, clubs produces the proper effect, is very impressive, exciting. What a passion! I threw up my hands and, frankly, I began to applaud when the first puck was in the gate of the Canadians.
"Come on, guys!" This is one of the few Russian films from the last released, which definitely deserves attention (along with Metro, for example). Legend N17 deserves special attention. Attention, everyone. I recommend it.