Apotheosis of a militzer

The “Window to Europe” festival in Vyborg was shown a “heavy case”, directorial fluke of Konstantin Murzenko and, it seems, the most strange Russian film of the year.

In general, to write about the “case” to a person who was somehow introduced into the movie community is inconvenient, and strange, and funny: the script of the “case” was written by the film critic of “Poster” Stanislav Zelvensky, his ex-colleague played the main role, and now the director Mikhail Brashinsky. Guest Stars -the chief editor of the “session” Lyubov Arcus, Lidia Maslova, art critic Konstantin Agunovich, Vyacheslav Kuritsyn (the last three are suspiciously convincingly playing cops). Plus - the camo of the screenwriter as an exhibitionist, and under the curtain is probably not accidental, but all the more sudden mention of the casual of the surname Ratgauz . The episode also appears Ivan a tourist from the noma, perhaps the most underestimated acting talent of the last decades.

However, let's start in order (or by seniority). The director of the “heavy chance” Konstantin Murzenko-if anyone does not remember, is a fascist from the second “brother”, the author of the scenario of the most important films of the millennia (“Mom, do not grieve”) and a pair of undeservedly forgotten ribbons of the 90s (“The body will be devoted to the earth, and the senior midshipman will sing”, for example). The director of the most powerful gangster drama "April", which in the video rental tried to pass off as a comedy. A man from a long -time past, who was very missing in the past recent. The very fact of the return of such a figure in the cinema is able to overshadow any instagrams from the set-even those on which Maslova is in a mini-nut and a cap.

The fluke of such a figure could well have turned into the night of the living dead, the return of demons of the nineties: dragders, lads, seats and other extinct animals. But no, there is no night, a continuous day-day. A few autistic and even Prigovsky cops Mikhal Iosifych (namesake of Brashinsky playing him) lives quietly with his wife working in the publishing house (Arkus). Drings Balda with comrades in the service. He writes plot moves on the shreds of paper for some bad criminal novel-that the gastronon is closed and lied that it works, for example. But at some point, by coincidence, M.I. He gets a flower pot on the head and loses his memory. After that, the hero’s life turns into this most bad police romance. The policeman calls himself John Crimean and begins a new life - either in search of himself the true (God forbid), or in an attempt to remember who he, in the end, worked.

In all this, an old school is felt - and there is some buzz in Oldskul. For example, for a long time, communal services did not appear on the screen - but they, with crazy neighbors, women in cottage cheese masks and flannel robes. Those who know the handwriting of Murzenko will never confuse his manner with anyone else: such like random meetings in the middle of the road of life, ending with unchanging meihana, can not paint more.

But for some reason, the main thing here is still not professionalism (some kind of word that is not too suitable for the “case”) and not an abundance of familiar pleasant faces on the screen (“Eh, we thought, good people are fighting”). There is something else here, making his way under the skin, twisting the heart with nostalgia not the day before yesterday-but for something more long, deep, possibly not so much experienced as vaguely desired.

The musicologist (such a definition of it is best suited), Solomon Volkov at one time wrote the “History of the Culture of St. Petersburg”, in which he expressed the idea that the specifics of the St. Petersburg worldview is that the main subject of reflection is loser. Rather, the relationship of the loser with the world is tragic, funny, stupid, hallucinogenic. So Maslova attributes the statement that film critic is the loser. And for some reason, the farther, the more it becomes clear that he is a fallen, but not a smashing little big person and is missing most today. And Zelvensky and Murzenko wherever do not spit - in the present, a cool sucker will fall. And so I want this good company. You go for an intelligent business - take me! Human face? Well, yes, it.