
Cultural life in the capital hits the key, which is why it is so easy to confuse significant events. To imagine, for example, that the assault rifles of Goshi Tarasevich were landed at the Bolshoi Theater, ran out onto the stage, spraying something stench along the path, and thwarted the premiere of the Nurey ballet. On the contrary, the “Artdokfest”, which was honored with the presence of both sands with Ernst and Medinsky with Chemezov, was a success. The films so delighted ministers and capitalists that they even forgave the festival to the festival rather daring prank. When they went on stage on the final day in T -shirts with the inscription "Freedom Sentsov!" And in chorus, they demanded from high -ranking viewers to return to Ukraine the Donbass and Crimea.
Confusion occurs because there is no kind of fundamental difference between these two artistic phenomena: a performance about gay-breeder, a traitor to the homeland, and documentary tapes “ Mustafa ”, “ War for the Forces ” and “ Flight of a bullet ”, different ways removed from the show. Everywhere cheating, everywhere cultural shock. And the Russophobic -Rostigator Kirill Serebrennikov - isn't he an enemy? Isn't he worse than ethically not accustomed Beaty Bubenets with her Aidarovites?
Nevertheless, the best people of Russia arranged a standing up to the director for house arrest. They probably liked the dances of kagabashniks and transvestites, and the English-speaking mat in the lips of the protagonist, too, none of them, the ministers-guardians and the Chekist-Capitalists, did not embarrass. Despite the fact that the ballet in July was already postponed indefinitely by the personal instructions of Medinsky, who later, according to very plausible rumors, successfully organized the arrest of Serebrennikov. But then come, now he came to watch Nureev and, too, they say, clapped the artists. True, he came to the run, and not to the premiere, but it does not matter much.
And very differently things are with Vitaly Mansky with its documentaries. First, at the entrance to the auditorium, the organizer of Artdokfest with addiction is interrogated by caring citizens in civilian clothes and in camouflage, promising him “serious problems”. A day later, we observe how they keep their word. And no Peskov does not inform us that he visited a world rank movie, and Medinsky is not visible, although his invisible presence is felt for some reason.
It may, therefore, it is felt that the minister does not like Mansky still hot than Serebrennikov. He vowed three years ago, which, as long as he served in his post, “not a single project of Mansky, including Artdokfest, would never receive any money,” and he keeps fidelity to oath. In general, they have a lot in common - the collective gopnik Goshi and the unique, piece of our minister of culture, but the ability to fulfill the promised person is directly striking. Like urine from a bottle.
Yes, but still we should understand this confusion and understand why, in essence, figures react so differently to art. Why is the commanding aristocracy tearing the rebellious “Nureyev”, and the same bomond brushes to look at the seditious documentary with frenzied “militias”? How does it happen that one gets the cream of society, and the other is a continuous Tarasich? Where does this inequality come from?
The answer seems difficult and refers, perhaps, to the hierarchy of art. To the ratings, or something, according to which the artist paints the place where his work is exhibited. And if this is some center of photography, then vandalism is not particularly forbidden there for corrosive connoisseurs. Well, a person is grinned before the picture, what you will do with him, except to finish, and even then not everyone. You can also shit in cinemas, and if the film does not like the film at all, then it is to set fire to some provincial cultural institution, although the sanctions are already more built here. But the Bolshoi Theater is a regime object. The toilet in front of him with the written secret permission of the Kremlin administration can still be occasionally exhibited and pushed books into it. It’s not better not to spray the urine inside the theater to drive there with a canystro. Especially on behalf of angry patriots.
The authorities will perceive this much more acutely than ballet about a renegade or a movie about Bandera. And any Gosha, no matter how he was called, and the crowd of his like -minded people, while trying to disrupt the performance, trained men in the correct costumes will immediately tie, and ruthless judges will be sentenced soon. Despite the previous merits in the battles for the Russian world and skillful leading the tablets from the house where Boris Nemtsov lived. In short, in this case, the stumbled gosha will quickly replenish the list of those who suffered for his, so to speak, beliefs, in other words, the political prisoners. But he and his attack aircraft and curators do not fight to replenish this list, and here we can only marvel at their knowledge of Russian realities and the exacting taste. The Minister of Medinsky is unlikely to ever stop enjoying the true art of the hated artist.
In other words, Vitaly Mansky and many other disagreements should change the habitat. To break into the Bolshoi Theater or to the Big Kremlin Palace - somewhere where the pogromers feel like strangers. There, almost everything can be shown without fear. Another question is how to get into these enchanted places in the capital, where cultural life is in full swing, just have time to dodge. The difficult task is for the Creator, however, the “Nureyev” by Kirill Serebrennikov, who gained bossy applause, serves as an example of inspirational.