A review of a true story: straight to the board and his own from the neighborhood, with clenched fist syndrome and the credo "first I drink then I think"
I sat in the cinema for 2 hours, left, couldn't stand this plagiarism. Soviet fairy tales are more fascinating to review than this senseless alternation of well-shot scenes of the "kinokomix", all the elements of which are borrowings and templates, without meaning. There is no point in the film, neither in what is happening, nor in the characters, nor even a moral parable - there is no, only dumb action and pressure, and annoying editing, which, like a programmed algorithm, alternates between large and general camera plans. There are absolutely no original ideas in the film, everything that happens has already happened many times in many films. The main character does not know how to do anything, he can only wave his fists, but he is a detective, but he does not investigate, but simply passively performs a function, floats through the plot. All characters are primitive function templates, they are not interesting and flat. The film is a dummy, there is no life in it, no emotions, no meaning - only incompetent plagiarism and references.
