"Tenant of the peaks"

Travel to Italy

“No more actors, no story, no scenery - in short, in the ideal aesthetic illusion of reality there is no more movie,” Andre Bazin fantasized about the wonderful future, discussing de Siki's “kidnappers”. This is the future - with us: it is in digital cells, thanks to which the masses of art consumers suddenly became its manufacturers, in the new documentary of the fact that returned the viewer to the viewer of interest in unhaled, uninvited everyday life, and in “diary films”, which suddenly returning the film to the aura, which he seemed to have never before. While in “Great Cinema”, reality disappears inexorably, replaced by a digital mirage drawn on the “Green Screen”, a small movie that exists in YouTube , on the screen of a tablet or laptop, on the contrary, is dissolved in the world of real time, real things and individual, difficult - but the only real experience.

It is such an experience - extremely personal, unreflected, raw, like Italian winter - reports, not particularly trying to please the viewer, the “tenant of the peaks”. A group of Russian travelers, equipped with several cameras , travels along the January Tuscan, visiting cathedrals and basilica, villas and museums. Florence, Siena, Assisi, Pizza, wine, scraps of table conversations, amazing neighbors and fellow travelers. No story is only the facts by which, like stones through a stream (a metaphor of the same Bazen), Igor Voloshin, a director, is known for a bright, visionary, psychedelic style. But the “tenant of the peaks” is a completely different Voloshin and a completely different Fedorov. In conversations, the idea of ​​how difficult - and you need to be simple today sounds here. That is, just to be, accumulating and nurturing a human. The “tenant of the peaks” is a careless, non -ambitious, muffled chronicle of such an accumulation. A well -known modernist joke about the provincial poet, every time before going to sleep, hanging on the door the sign “The poet works”, here finds his visible embodiment. Fedorov sleeps, walks, laughs, talks, looks, makes photos on the mobile, drinks - in short, works with all his might on himself.

Igor Voloshin

This is not a documentary. I hate the sluggish dockkino, portraits, essays and other heroine <garbage>-boredom and not true. This is a film for fans. In the PerisCope style.

It is necessary to shoot about the living, and not about the dead ... This is a movie - Fedorov online. The film is about Lenya, about the simple one, what he is, about the real person, and not about the distant icon of musculosch room. About how he lives every day, how he breathes, how his music is born - and where. The film has a lot of Tuscany, but the focus on Florence, the city that inspires Lenya for many years, the city where Tchaikovsky, Repin, Dostoevsky lived and worked. I read a lot of their diaries and letters from Florence: there they enjoy life, talked exclusively about household moments, about how everything is cheap and beautiful here. They drank wine, wrote something, wandered all day at museums, exhibitions; They did not work - but charged. I thought: it would be nice like this, with Tchaikovsky or Dostoevsky and with Gopro , to pass and to survive the life, from which the culture then consists. Tchaikovsky no - there is Fedorov. Let's go.