The title of today is already enough pompous and pretentious, but because they bring me to the movies often, the occasion of yesterday was so nice and funny that I can not help but make a mention in this regard. The film by Radu Mihaileanu, also director of Train de vie, poteve certainly not disappoint and certainly not disappoint, because the narrative style is particularly congenial to me. A simple tale of what the concert, based on a classical topos, that of substitution and deception, told in a gentle and helped by a mounting guessed that manages to balance and support the story in the rare moments of loss of tension. In short, in the late eighties, the great conductor of the Bolshoi in Moscow, Filippov, is deposed and humiliated because he refuses to accede to the imposition of anti-Semitism of the regime and forced to spend the next thirty years as a janitor of the theater itself. One day a random intercept fax call, the orchestra of the Bolshoi, by a theater in Paris to hold a concert. So begins this unlikely place, with the frantic search of the older members of the orchestra finished a round of miserable lives, to replace current musicians. The group manages to get messed up in Paris, where, thanks to the most classic of recognitions, there will be the apotheosis of the Tchaikovsky concert, because of the lives of various characters. The film is certainly stylish and full of emotion in the making and is particularly enjoyable for those who like me attended the Russia of those years and that may end up with impressive and vivid precision, characters, situations, special appear as specks, maybe a bit 'forced and instead, I assure you, had a touch with reality and real accurate. The Soviet anti-Semitism, very present in Russian society, the description of the new Russia, the character of the endless jokes, but constantly found in many environments, the old party member, ex-KGB, the color of the different characters and their desperate lives and yet , in a sense, serene, vodka, inescapable and constitutive presence of the entire country, marriages invariably end up with his wife drunk and the bottle in the head, also hired in the small group of nostalgic Ploshad Revoluzij, on Sunday morning, I photographed myself, everything seemingly exaggerated and instead incredibly true. A series of funny and tragic situations that lead to the grand finale with poignant entertainment. If I were you I'd go see it, I highly recommend. We add, to whet, see the trailer on Youtube.
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