Plow yes harrow (Kin and other disasters)
Having thought about which of the directors of the Soviet cinema was the most rare-lifting, I remembered three surnames - two predictable, and one not so much. German, Tarkovsky, Menshov. We'll talk about the first two separately, but the third ... It would seem that the Oscar winner, the author of the mega-super-duper-hit of the entire twentieth century in general (I’m talking about Moscow, who doesn’t believe in tears, of course) and a few hits of just a little smaller caliber - however, only 8 films at the moment, 5 of them are for the Soviet period, and I don’t know anything about 2 of them without Google’s brother, and I don’t want to know. But - three pearls, among which it is impossible to select the brightest. Today - about the birds. “Love and doves” is not just a successful naming, but a whole philosophy.
It would be worth starting with the fact that Menshov started this film after “Moscow”, which thundered all over the world. In today's sequel times, it is surprising that, after the unconditional success, the director found the courage and strength to do something fundamentally different - both in form and in concept. Instead of urban melodrama in the Hollywood style - underlined "a la russ", but not fake, but from the heart, with the exact hit of the actors in the characters (more about this below) and a completely modern context. Instead of frilly “oh, how long have I been looking for you” (well, well, “aha”, it wasn't there, but it was meant) - what kind of love is it? Dovecote and pier, multiplied by vodka. But the truth of the characters - there is more. Mikhailov and Doroshina typically hit the top ten, and even the artificially aged Jurassic and Tenyakova convince more of them as a pair of rural old men than a locksmith (ha!) Batalov, for example. And this is despite the fact that the seemingly failing is not a story as such, but two clearly divided unequal parts, where the first is a set of sketches from the life of rural alcoholics, and the second is a completely banal anecdote about a holiday romance of a simple country guy and an urban diva with a difficult fate. What is the magic? ..
And the magic is in the birds. More precisely, it is precisely in those very pigeons that see their soul mate as the sixth sense through the thickness of the sky. They are in some sense simpler than people - because they do not give trips to the resorts of the traffic organs, where there is always a temptation to meet the walking page of Komsomolskaya Pravda in the guise of Gurchenko (what do you know about the glamor parody if you have not seen this enchanting Raisa Zakharovna! ). But in the end - after all, everyone still feels their own and - spoiler! - return to their native dovecote. Because it is precisely “such love” that is the only real one — when you feel skin (or feathers, if we are talking about pigeons) with your own person, and everything else is snag, a mirage, and salt-free salad under the Massey elegy. Even telekinesis is not to blame. If Mikhalkov had not shot a film called “Relatives” a bit earlier - Menchov should have called his vaudeville that way. Because “Love and Doves” is about the feeling of kinship, which arises from within, regardless of any circumstances and catastrophes. Which is above these very circumstances and most important of all in the world.
8 out of 10
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