ThiefHott Too much of everything

AboveDeepBuggy Some things I liked some I did not.

2freensel I saw this movie before reading any reviews, and I thought it was very funny. I was very surprised to see the overwhelmingly negative reviews this film received from critics.

Phillipa Strong acting helps the film overcome an uncertain premise and create characters that hold our attention absolutely.

Figliomio Despite the legends that have grown around it, this is a God-awful movie. Shpalikov as a director is completely clueless. His framing is dull, his shots arbitrary, his editing lacks rhythm - in short, he has no visual sense at all. The problem with rhythm is magnified by scoring: the music is grating, distracting, totally out of touch with the images. But the lack of formal technical mastery of the art is perhaps secondary to the pretentious handling of story, character and dialogue. The falling in love of the two dull protagonists is not so much unbelievable - the film's champions will no doubt say that stranger things happen in "real life" - as it is completely artificial. If such things happen they do not happen in this bland way. There is absolutely no sense of chemistry, of a growing intimacy between the characters - which is essential even if their feelings are to be shown up as a delusion in the second half of the film. The banalities they tell each other as they allegedly fall in love will not support a casual friendship, much less a deeper feeling. The language they use is the language of bad theatre, and no one ever spoke like this even in the 60s. The clownish flashbacks are coarse, and their frivolity breaks the mood and atmosphere of the story (what little there is of both). The centerpiece of the film - the theatrical performance of "The Cherry Orchard" - is so hammy and downright atrocious that it would be funny in a campy sort of way if the director were not taking it so painfully seriously. The play's interval with dancing in the foyer is all wrong - they didn't dance in theatre foyers in Russia - and apparently needed only because the director wanted some dancing. The second half of the film is slightly less objectionable as at least the psychology of the break-up is more plausible then the psychology of falling in love. But the characters remain blanks. No doubt this was intentional - Antonioni was big at the time - but with Antonioni the flow of images, the expressionistic mise-en-scene, the evocative landscape built up the sense of the inner life that the characters could not express directly. Shpalikov's cyphers have no inner life. If you want to see how the psychology of the characters can be captured on camera indirectly, how landscape and the physical world can frame and enhance human figures, see Marlen Khutsyiev's "July Rain" made the very same year. That is the true masterpiece using the language of cinema to express things which would otherwise be left unsaid. What Shpalikov did was a pretentious exercise of an aesthete who did not bother to learn the language of the medium that he used. A failure on all counts.

ochichornye A short film, but it feels timeless. And I mean that in a very positive way. The storyline is pretty thin: boy meets girl, love is kindled, things look different in the cold light of day, boy gets the jitters, boy leaves girl. But in the course of those 70 minutes we've seen a kaleidoscope of life with all its hopes and disappointments pass before us. It has a universality about it that's almost Shakespearian. There's even a play-within-a-play, since the centerpiece of the film is the visit to a theatre where Chekhov's Cherry Orchard is performed.It all feels like watching a series of impressionist paintings. The beautiful cinematography, the telling facial expressions of the main characters, and the wonderful music by Vacheslav Ovchinikov blend in a powerful feeling of Russian melancholy. Apparently the Soviet audience at the premiere started to whistle during the seemingly endless end shot of a riverboat gliding through a wintry landscape. But to me it was a perfect summary of what this film is all about: happiness doesn't last long, but memories last a lifetime.

weintraube One of the truest and realistic depiction of Russian romance (maybe not only Russian) and life. No wonder it was immediately forbidden and never reached audiences. If you ever have an opportunity to see it, jump om it! I had a chance to see it in New York Lincoln Center Socsiety's presentation of Soviet Cinema of the 60's with was amazing, but this film was stuck in my mind for many-many month. It is not a type of film you can write about, it is very visual and goes far beyond words. It is a true cinematic experience. It is an only film directed by one of the most talented people of Russian cinematography, who wrote scrips for some of the best Soviet movies of that period.