Vremya zhatvy

Genre definition of this film is a hard thing: I have written "comedy" but at the same time I can label this film a "tragedy" because it delivers an overall sense of the Russian 20-th century tragedy, on which background a personal tragedy of the heroes looks just as a particular case. Besides, all the heroes are already dead by the time of the film and the back voice belongs to the youngest hero who is also late.

Plot outline is simple (I hope, I won't spoil viewing:): a tractor woman-driver dreams of a chintz pattern to lace a dress, however, in a setting of the total poverty of the Russian post-WW II village, the fabric may be only presented by authorities as a prize for the "high tempo" labor- and how hard (actually, too hard) she works! As a result, the woman is presented a challenge prize - a velvet "Red banner" which she has to keep at her village house. The banner immediately becomes a target for mice willing to eat it, and the woman tries to do her best to keep the banner intact because the loss or damage of a communist symbol may inflict an "anti-communist" charge against the whole family. The labor victory changes the life of the family: as the back voice says, "This was the last time I saw my mother smiling." The film well shows the twisted labor motivations people had when alienation from the results of the labor was the norm.

Almost a docu-drama, the picture uses many tools its author, a prominent Russian documentalist, has developed in her previous documentary works: shooting in a real Chuvash village, the use of not professional supporting actors all of which are real gems, modest, natural coloring, depiction of some still existing pagan rites, etc.

The film is a rare example of an honest and sincere movie free of "visual effects" and "product placement" crap deemed "cool" and profitable by modern Russian cinema producers. No surprise, it had an almost zero distribution in Russia and would probably find more fans among Western viewers.

If anybody wants to sense what and how simple Russians felt during the Stalin era - this is THE FILM.

I saw this film back at the 2005 Palm Springs International Film Festival and of the 14 films I saw there I liked this the least. I can appreciate the near documentary style and feel of this look at a rural collective farm community in the Stalinist era but it was a small movie and since it was so bleak I couldn't get past being depressed viewing it. It did have elements of comic relief but I think it could have dealt with this subject matter and story a little differently and taken it to another level for my taste at least. There were several promising aspects especially the ending was good and that could have been explored better. Coming in at 68 minutes this was also too short to be a feature film so it was accompanied by a 12 minute animated short from the Netherlands called Seventeen which in itself was depressing and had no correlation to the subject matter of Vremya Zhatvy so I don't know how the two came together in this screening. I would rate this a 5.5 and not recommend it at least not recommend it to a general audience.

Some individual poetic moments of an almost forgotten wrecked past, be it the situation and/or the beautiful photography. It's the old Soviet Union, the time of the kolkhoz(e). A family history at a decisive moment. A son, another son, a mum, a dad and a bloody goose. A banner. A war history. A city apartment. And some almost forgotten dear memories. A mother holding her young son. Trying to hold things together in different respects. This commentary is already too long for a poetic movie that you simply should watch, instead of reading crap about it (like this piece). If you like The straight story, Bye bye blue bird or Der Himmel über Berlin, you might enjoy this one.

pure poetry. a form of poetry of image, story and final part. a testimony about a period. and about people. a woman and her family. a field and a flag. a desire. and a song. the death, the dusty air, the goose, the mouse. and a lot of pictures. short - portrait from East. and this fact makes it a Russian amazing movie.for the air of for ever remember. for the images who proofs not only high art but who remembers slices of many other films from a cinematography who has force and science to give to artistic film nuances of document. a child and his universe. nothing more. nothing else. and a time of darkness . in the best light. under the magnificent wise of confession. a film who, after its end, becomes only experience. because its extraordinary beauty, its inspired ingredients are only tools for rediscover the profound truth of its message.

This documentary/movie about a woman on a collective farm winning an award for her hard work is a must-see. Without expecting too much of it, i went to see the movie. After a few minutes it was like i was IN the movie, like i was walking in the farm, and looking in the garden and house of Antonina and her disabled husband and her son, the story-teller. This movie shows the life on the farm in the Soviet Union, both a tough life, and at the same time a simple and happy life, compared to life in post-soviet Russia.

Beautiful images and nice, sometimes a bit Yann Tiersen-like music, this documentary-like movie is a must see.