Chekhovskie motivy

Okay, on one hand I totally agree with the first review of this movie: at face value, this movie is terrible beyond the point of comprehension and even in fact review. The first couple scenes have nothing to do with what goes on for the rest of the movie; you wonder why the beginning part was even written into screenplay! And the dialogue is repetitive, meaningless, and absolutely annoying because the voices are abnormal (not sure if russians actually talk this way). For all these reasons and many (understatement) more, I agree with the first review. On the other hand, as the title may hint, one should hardly be surprised that the content of this movie is excruciatingly boring. Have you ever read a Chekhovian play? I was waiting for a gunshot in this movie to trigger my attention after an hour and a half of a plot that has many loose ends, none of which are tied together, with a main thread that puts someone to sleep rather than keep them interested. The reasons I walked away enjoying this movie were because:

a)i felt like i am now able to withstand any movie ever created, no matter how bad it is, because my patience was tested to the maximum breaking point with this title.

b)many movies today are one dimensional and rely on a redeeming aspect to save the entire movie (like banking on owen Wilson's hit-or-miss funny-man style in dupree, so many examples); this movie has no dimension, which I believe is its redeeming aspect. Shot in black in white, with no plot, character development is absent, with no unifying elements to prevent viewers from getting confused (one is confused with each scene with chekovian motifs); the only expectation is that it did well at the Russian Oscars. This movie is banking on nothing else to grab your attention and have you watch it. For this reason, at least it is honest.

c)once you make it through 45 minutes of this film, everything becomes hilarious because it is sheer absurdity. who picked this film up and how did it get made is my question. Really though, if you make it far enough into the movie, you start laughing at everything because you realize you probably could have written a better movie script.

The reason I give this a 5 was because at least I can talk about a movie that realistically few will view completely. Having watched the whole thing, I can say "well if you watched it all you would get it". Then again, I have little experience living in Russia, so maybe this sort of stuff happens all the time and it has finally made it into movie format.

Unbelievable , but Muratova hasn't kept us waiting too long for another masterpiece . It's particularly notable , considering highly creative approach by which Muratova got us plunging into the weird atmosphere of Chechov . As usual it makes us feel a lot of contradictory moods...some kind of " emotional vacuum cups " .

I won't reveal anything new saying that Muratova's movies are extremely irritating . I suppose in " Chechov's Motives " she's done her best in this aspect.

There are always certain scenes or motives in her films which are particularly hard to perceive , let alone liking them at first sight . Sometimes it's necessary to come back to them several times to appreciate their condition or even relevance . Eventually each particle of story finds its irreplaceable location,but it takes time before we realize that.

While there are just several episodes in her other works which might be classified as " hard-to-swallow " , in " Chechov's Motives " we are exposed to 50-minute-patience-test in the sequence which can be called " An Educational Orthodox Wedding Guide For Enterings Church Establishments " . Undoubtedly this piece can be related in the same proportion as to Chechov as to Muratova . I guess if Chechov himself had been alive he would've appreciated such a syndicate.

Only here you will find a clergyman having served God for 40 years without believing in his existence ( if church let itself doubt , what can we say about its parishioners? ). Add to it self-made Nouveau Riches and Bohemians who arrived at " Sacred Procedure " which will turn into neverending ordeal as for participants as for viewers .

Twenty years later Muratova comes back to cinematic poetry . Almost amateur black and white image , genius editing of the final scene . It's just impossible not to point out the opera version of musical grotesque composed by V.Selivestrov , transfering us back in 1979 in another piece of art " Getting To Know A Big Wide World " . Definitely , Muratova and Sakurov are the only genuine directors left on the Post-Soviet stage.