PotassiumIrill Serebrennikov is a Russian theater and film director. His work has now appeared in the Cannes Film Festival for the second time. Because of his status as a brave anti-government protester, he was effectively banned from attending in person for the second time. In his previous movie “Leto”, He was under house arrest and he is now With probation For allegations that are clearly politically motivated.He is an amazing character, and it will be delightful to express warm greetings to this already highly respected and energetic new film, which is based on a novel by a Russian writer. Alexei Sarnikov, Petrov in and around the flu.
It happened in the post-Soviet era Russia Under the control of the flu pandemic and the complete collapse of society, people complained about how things got better before the country was destroyed by “Golby” and then destroyed by Yeltsin. The narrative theme of the flu epidemic is shrewd and prescient, and the “flu symptom hallucinations” are intense.
But despite its obvious bravery skills, I found the film difficult to digest, over-expanded and extremely depressing.Its ruthlessness reminds me of a pessimistic version Emile Kusturica, A Serbian director who specializes in similar high-pressure film production.
Semyon Serzin plays Petrov, a tired and dying cartoonist, we first saw him sitting on a crowded and socially alienated tram. He stumbled away from this terrifying means of transportation, and immediately found himself in a very terrifying and turbulent scene. A secret police put an automatic weapon in his hands, and he must participate in the execution of prisoners-but time flies so fast that it is impossible to tell whether this is a dream or a sober reality.
Petrov’s wife Petrova (Chulpan Khamatova) is a diligent librarian, but she has a secret: under emotional pressure, her eyes become demonic black and become a super villain. Something between the serial killer, the superhuman power to slaughter someone she doesn’t like. And she had dark and unpleasant thoughts most of the time, at some stage fantasizing about murdering her son.
The Petrov family, their sons and their friends are at the center of a dazzling, boiling, and confusing urban nightmare, intertwined with disturbing flashback clips that seem to show them to Petrov’s parents The scene when you were young. No one would doubt the technical mastery of this film and its boldness in form. But in spite of this, I found something unfree in its erratic restlessness. In fact, sometimes in my opinion, it mimics the non-surreal, non-imaginative feeling of actual flu in two and a half hours: in a beautifully decorated but not ventilated ward, the sultry temperature, sweating and discomfort .
