How did I pick it? Pure case, let's be fair, it has to do with the video shop that never has anything I want on loan, so here it is.
You I love, the first openly gay russian movie.
Totally contort, strange, but I liked it, probably because this is how I'd like to live my life, just the other way round.
A lunchtime pick-pocketing incident brings together Timofei, a spindly-limbed Moscow advertising geek, and Vera, slick and sexy anchorwoman for a TV news show. Both suffer from a certain spiritual hollowness in their roles as vanguard of Russia's head-forward lunge into capitalism. Their sex life also seems to have been eroded by the politico-economic reality ( a connection made explicit in a reference to a friend whose "virility depends on the value of the dollar").
Thus in each other the two find a perfect match. Vera even has in Timofei a partner who understands her attempts to fill the void through her addiction to food. Their passionate relationship is just about to reach the one-year mark when Uloomji, a Kalmyk lad who overcame homelessness by finding a job at the zoo feeding reindeer, falls onto Timofei's car.
Slowly, though, she starts to come to terms with her partner's bisexuality, even taking him to a gay romp and engaging in a steamy threesome with a stranger (overheard by a bemused Uloomji via a mobile phone). More than just revealing hidden sexual tendencies, Uloomji brings to the couple something of the spiritual side that they missed, and even provides the inspiration for a particularly successful poster campaign for Timofei.
But Uloomji's family are less than amused, and a struggle starts for control of the boy's life.
Vera's physical sexuality is highly stylised: one scene has her dressed in lingerie revelling in her body as she pretends, for the sake of shock value, to have just had a sex change, while in another we see a subjective nightmare of her own low self-esteem as we see her presenting the news naked.
And they never change the sheets for the whole movie...
7 comments:
Spookily enough, I *have* seen this movie. It annoyed me, if memory serves, for it's hypocritical approach to full-frontal nudity: yes for the ladeez, as much as possible, please; certainly not for the gents... Which was especially annoying because I fell deeply in love/lust with Damir Badmaev. Oh, yes.
"it's"?! I meant "its". Apologies to grocers everywhere...
Sounds fabulous, despite the absence of ballading bollocks. I am taking it to Tuscany for full frontal view. Er...!
Le duc... is that possible??? you really are an archive of wisdom...
Seriously impressed
Nah, not an archive of wisdom, only of movie nudity. It's (sic) a weird fetish. But I won't tell anyone if you won't...
le duc. by movie nudity you mean gratuitous willies
don't be coy
Quite right: GW for some reason achieve great prominence and easy recall in my memory. But I do also remember a few other bits & bobs...
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