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Disaster movie

I happened to see, perhaps the worst movie of all that I saw. No, there are, of course, 7 and 8 episodes of ZV from Disney, but now it does not matter. You probably already guessed we are talking about the "Union of Salvation." This work (I don’t know what, it has little to do with art) has practically no positive aspects, except perhaps for one thing, but more on that later.

Since the time of Admiral, the director Kravchuk has never learned how to script, cinematography, dramatic storytelling, or knowledge of history. The whole action is not even filled, but consists of plot absurdities and historical cranberries. The soldiers of the Life Guards (who generally accepted the pedigree) are depicted as revolutionary sailors addressing the officers in the style of “Your Wandering!” Miloradovich rushes about with Domogarov’s bulging eyes and beer belly, and then he tries to do everything according to the law, then he threatens 60,000 bayonets of the guard to the senate. Stilted characters performed by desperately replaying actors rush through the not-so-pretty computer Petersburg and most of the time they dumbly shout (obviously the director does not know other forms of support for the glow).

In fact, the criticism that he brought to life is much more interesting than the film itself. All liberal and "business" publications are full of headlines about the film, "justifying state violence" and "patriotic agitation, blackening the image of the Decembrists." Radio Liberty even introduced a new word in film science - a review from a person who did not go and would not go to the film (did not watch but condemn).

In fact, if the director Kravchuk tried to create a protective campaign, then he failed. Despite the fact that among the Decembrists the frank maniac Pestel, the poet Ryleyev flying in marshmallows, and screaming how vainly at Bestuzhev-Ryumin, they still turn out to be generally prettier than those who oppose them. The openly vile Minister of War, holding the eternal fig in his pocket, the cavalry guard chief Orlov, the sociopath manipulator senator (they didn’t even seem to be named after him), and finally the hysterical one holding on to power, Nikolai, whose Artamon Muravyov was made of a revolutionary Decembrist who was a vile trickster who shoots his own cousin to cover his ass (although in reality he actually was on the side of the Decembrists).

Obviously, understanding this, the director adds some deeply anti-historical and extremely absurd from the plot side of the moves. Kakhovsky shoots Miloradovich (and also a bunch of other people) from the back, in general, the holy Muravyov-Apostol sticks (AGAIN IN THE BACK) Colonel Gebel's sword, which in reality received non-dangerous injuries. Trubetskoy was made out of a coward as a bastard manipulator who is trying both yours and ours. The revolutionary Chernihiv regiment in Ukraine sets fire to a tire for some reason, probably confusing it with tires. But even all this does not look generally convincing. Sinator’s rebuke to Ryleyev - “What are you doing, he [Nikolai] will die and not leave” once again shows how pathetic the opponents of the Decembrists are.

And, finally, any attempts to make an agitation are crossed out by the culmination scene of the execution of the Decembrists. For most of the film, the rebel regiments simply ... stand and, in essence, do not touch anyone. Moreover, in order to strengthen the security element, Nicholas was moved directly to the square from the palace, and so the revolutionary soldiers pass by him and do not touch him, joining a standing strike. The only one who suffered from their actions is Miloradovich (but here you just need to ask to give Kakhovsky), and the cavalry guards, which, sorry, went on a saber attack on the Decembrists. With the exception of these two episodes, we see a demonstration of peaceful people in identical overcoats using rifles for decoration. After this, Nikolai simply requires them to be shot from cannons.

And here we come to the only thing that somehow touches in this film. Nikolai responds to the awkward mix of revolution and peaceful strike with monstrous, ultra-violent, shown in all its details. Kartechich coughs up just standing people as in exercises, while killing crowds of onlookers. For about ten minutes, the author relishes the bloody horrors of dispersing the almost peaceful protest of the guards. If this was the goal of the director, then, of course, this is interesting. Yes, it’s just shot anyway.