I have been writing for your benefit, dear reader. This is for you – all for you.
First of all, stay away from the freaky plants that look like Queen Anne’s lace that had been watered with bovine growth hormone (and find out what they have to do with the worst dictator in Russian history).
Second of all, here is a review of “Twilight Portrait.” No, it has nothing to do with sexy vampires who enjoy stalking underage girls. Instead, it’s probably one of the most well-made films to have come out of Russia in recent years. It’s also not the kind of movie you watch if you don’t think you can handle some pretty horrific depictions of rape.
And speaking of rape and such – here is my take on why Russian dramas are not doing too well at home. I think it’s a combination of a lot of factors, including the general state of the market, and I really hate the simplistic explanations of the cultural elite that amount to, “Well, people are just stupid nowadays, and can’t appreciate good cinema.” Not quite.