Unvollendetes Stück für ein mechanisches Klavier

Russian director Nikita Mikhalkov is probably best known in the United States for 1994's Oscar-winning "Burnt by the Sun", an indictment of Stalin's purges. It turns out that he had been directing movies for years before then. A particularly good one was 1977's "Neokonchennaya pyesa dlya mekhanicheskogo pianino" ("An Unfinished Piece for Mechanical Piano" in English), a composite of some of Anton Chekhov's works. It looks at a group of aristocrats who have gathered at a vacation home in rural Russia in the early twentieth century. Relationships develop, but things aren't necessarily what they seem.

The movie makes sure to incorporate Chekhov's fatalistic style, and even includes a performance of Franz Liszt's "Hungarian Rhapsody #2" (comically performed by Daffy Duck and Donald Duck in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit"?). A lot of the humor is more unique to Russian culture, so people outside Russia might not get it, but you should still see the movie. Complex, profound characters and impressive rural scenery make this one not to be missed.

Ask any moviegoer worth his or her bread (and I mean REALLY worth it!): "Unfinished Play for Mechanic Piano" is definitely one of the best ten movies ever made (I knew a very competent and cultured actor, the late Vistrian Roman, who declared it THE BEST of it all - and I could find no arguments to contradict him... Only a matter of personal taste makes me place on the top Tarkovsky's "Stalker"). Fact is that, as a few other admirers stated above, this Tchekhovian masterpiece IS INDEED PERFECT. Every detail is at its place, the structure is admirably built, the pervasive reality of the estate gradually grows to become unbearable, the characters are incredibly complex and deep (and, of course, played by a crew of genius actors!), and the photography is simply an ongoing series of paintworks.

I saw it for the... seventh time? Or maybe was it the eleventh?... a few days ago - and it made me laugh MORE than even, in the beginning, only to make me cry WORSE than ever in the end. It was hard for me, then, to hold the cinematographic culture course, and talk to my pupils, with a dry knot in my throat... This movie's emotional power is simply irresistible, and the philosophic content, abysmal... Once you see it, once you UNDERSTAND IT, your world will never be the same.

I saw a movie from a Chekhov play in a college film class decades ago and it was a tedious thing about wealthy boring people prattling on as uninterestingly as possible. So I haven't been eager to see more. I did see an amateur production of a one-act that was quite funny, but I didn't decide to actually track down more Chekhov until I watched the Japanese movie Drive My Car about a guy directing a Chekhov production. It made my girlfriend curious, so I looked into acclaimed Chekhov films and found this one was admired. It was also recommended by an actor friend.

But once again, it's just wealthy people prattling on. They don't say anything interesting. It was just like hanging out with a bunch of dull people as they live their lives. 25 minutes in we couldn't take any more.

I just don't get it. My impression is Chekhov knows his characters are dull and empty-headed but that doesn't make it any more interesting to watch them.

Oh well.

I'm afraid that my poor english will not let me to tell how wonderful and profound movie is this. The actors are brilliant, the script is perfect, the recreation of the atmosphere is a totally success, the dramatic turn is magnific directed, this movie is an all time masterpiece. Believe me! Oh, those Russians!

The excellent scenario by Alexander Adabashyan is composed from an early Chekhov's play 'Platonov' together with some unpublished Chekhov stories and diaries. The story of Platonov (Alexander Kalyagin) disillusionment and loosing the love of his youth is created with a great skill. The perfect selection and performance of cast, subtle camera-work and a beautiful Russian nature as a background make film extremely enjoyable and convincing.

The portrayal of pre-revolutionary 'intelligentsia', the degraded nobility and arising peasants bourgeoisie is full of bitter sarcasm and irony, unfortunately comprehensible only to those familiar with Russian culture and language. The ostensible conflict between old stiff nobility and impotent trendy younger gentry movement - narodniks (populists) is shown with a splendid humor by two brilliant actors: Yury Bogatyryov (Sergei Voynicev) and Oleg Tabakov (Pavel Petrovich Sherbuk). One can easily see how much similar they are in fact.

This one of the best Nikita Mikhalkov's films is full of nostalgia and apprehensions about the role and fate of intelligentsia in the subsequent history of Russia. One can clearly sense the decline and decadence of pre-revolutionary life with the deep filling of oncoming tragedy hanging over the people, still enjoying their life as much as they can.