Showing posts with label Russia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Russia. Show all posts

Saturday, August 1, 2026

Two Prosecutors (Zwei Staatsanwälte)


 













Director Sergei Loznitsa


director at Cannes with Alexsandr Kuznetsov

Georgy Demidov



























TWO PROSECUTORS (Zwei Staatsanwälte)          B+                                                      France  Germany  Netherlands  Latvia  Romania  Lithuania  Ukraine  (118 mi)  2025  d: Sergei Loznitsa

The time has come to look the Soviet monster directly in the eye.  It must be understood in order to be defeated.                                                                                                                              —Director Sergei Loznitsa

Grim, austere, and relentlessly bleak, Loznitsa reminds us what falling into authoritarianism really feels like, as evidenced by the height of Stalin repression in 1937, which is meticulously dissected and explored from the inside, in the jail cells and in the halls of power, exposed with surgical precision, where arrest warrants leading to deaths proceed with miraculous efficiency.  What this Kafkaesque parable suggests is a government’s insistence on the appearance of legality while undermining the entire system by arresting and jailing all dissenting voices, using the prisons as a wave of terror against these individuals, denying them any and all legal rights once they’ve become the exclusive property of a Gulag prison system, never again allowed to see the light of day, as the government runs on complete systematic repression.  Winner of The François Chalais Award (Prix François Chalais) at Cannes in 2025, an award that recognizes the esteemed values of journalism, and the Palić Best Film Award, the top prize at the European Film Festival in Palić, Serbia, the slowly developing story is told in a way that requires extreme patience, as the pace is glacial, allowing plenty of time to ruminate over what we see, with a patient yet unmistakable sense of foreboding, focusing on the devastating minutiae that allows fascism to breed, expressed by the impassive coldness of officers and authorities, as well as the silences of the corridors.  From the maker of My Joy (Schastye moe) (2010), a haunting parable of post-Communist Russia, In the Fog (V Tumane) (2012), a sobering meditation on the complicated moral decisions faced by both soldiers and citizens during wartime, and Babi Yar. Context (2021), which shows how Ukrainians were complicit in the Nazi Babi Yar massacre of Jews, there is probably no director who has documented the criminal history of Russia in such an extensive way as Loznitsa, who has lived in Germany since 2001, yet still prefers to call himself a Russian, objecting to a total boycott on Russian artists and culture, which got him expelled from the Ukrainian Film Academy, where this film, spoken mostly in Russian (viewed as the language of the aggressor), has been banned in both Russia and Ukraine.  The born-in-Belarus yet raised in Ukraine director knows a thing or two about Russia, as his documentary films in particular provide an archival, historical document of the horrors from Russian/Soviet history, where the grounds of the Babi Yar Holocaust Memorial Center was one of the first targeted sites that was hit by Russian missiles and shells during the first days of the 2022 Russian invasion of Ukraine (Russia strikes Babyn Yar Holocaust memorial site in Ukraine).  This film serves as a monument to authoritarianism, where maintaining power and control through abject fear is the paramount concern, where the number of prisoners in Russia rose from about 180,000 in 1930 to more than 5 million by the mid 30’s, where a wave of arrests by the secret police, or the NKVD, the Gestapo-like organization that was responsible for the arrests, tortures, deaths, and massacres of millions of people, with millions more falling victim to forced labor, deportation, famine, mass shootings, and starvation.  It’s important to remember that Time magazine put Stalin on its cover 11 times, named Man of the Year twice in 1939 and 1942, as the world was simply oblivious to the grandiose scale of cover-ups of the mass atrocities.  From July 1937 to mid-November 1938 alone, about 1.5 million people, including most of the leaders of the October 1917 Revolution, were arrested, shot, kidnapped, or detained in Gulag camps, where it may come as no surprise that in today’s Russia, the Stalin era is glorified.  The entire film takes place largely in two locations, a cavernous penal colony, which was actually shot in a hundred-year old Brasa prison in Riga, Latvia that is now closed, and the massive halls of justice in Moscow, where the film title only begins to describe how the legal process, which is supposedly available to everyone, in fact shuts the door, yet maintains, on the surface, an avenue of legality, but the NKVD intervenes and undermines any hint of legality at every turn, reaching an unimaginable level of systematic arrests, humiliation, and torture, which may as well be a blueprint into the present.  

Recalling the banality of evil from Jonathan Glazer’s The Zone of Interest (2023), the source material for the film is a novel by the same name written by Georgy Demidov, a Russian-born Soviet experimental physicist and political prisoner from the Kharkiv Technical Institute in Ukraine who was wrongfully arrested in 1938 and spent 14-years in the brutally harsh conditions of the KOLYMA PRISON CAMP in Siberia, a Gulag he referred to as “Auschwitz without the ovens,” where emaciated and starving prisoners were routinely fed only 400 calories per day.  After he was released, he documented the cruel realities of camp life through short stories and novellas, primarily focusing upon the physical and psychological destruction of scientists, intellectuals, and artists under Soviet rule, a phenomenon known as Eliticide.  In 1980, the KGB raided his home, destroyed his typewriters, without which he could not write, as his fingers had been frozen in the Gulag, and confiscated all his manuscripts, where Demidov died in 1987 believing his life’s work was lost forever.  However, following the collapse of the Soviet Union just a few years later, his daughter recovered his surviving manuscripts from KGB archives, and his collected works were later published in six volumes in Russia.  Unlike other famous camp writers like Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn or Varlam Shalamov, whom he befriended in prison, Demidov wrote with a sharp focus on individual characters and the Kafkaesque absurdities of state power.  What stands out here is just how chillingly accurate it is, recreated in cold, meticulous detail, getting right into the psychological mindset of the people portrayed and the ruthless system of oppression that erodes every avenue of hope and freedom, continually finding new ways to brutalize their own people, with the Russia of today hurtling back toward Stalinism.  At the center of the picture is a young principled Bolshevik prosecutor, Alexander Kornev (Alexsandr Kuznetsov), only three months removed from law school in the city of Bryansk, some 200 miles southwest of Moscow, yet he’s filled with the revolutionary ideals and beliefs of a true patriot about building a better socialist society, keeping his own personal thoughts to himself, making him hard to read, revealing next to nothing about himself, always remaining calmly measured and restrained.  He becomes a prosecutor at the very moment when the country was in a process of radical change in a way that wasn’t necessarily understood by the rest of the population.  Against all odds, as prisoner letters are routinely burned before ever leaving the heavily guarded premises, but one, written in his own blood on a tiny piece of cardboard, somehow makes it to the desk of this young prosecutor, who is summoned to the local prison by an Old Bolshevik named Stepniak (Alexander Filippenko), like a cry for help, or an answer to his prayers.  Kornev’s ominous arrival to the prison is met by a chorus of silent women standing across the street, mothers, sisters, and daughters of men who are imprisoned inside, waiting for any word, as inmates are strictly forbidden from contacting anyone on the outside.  Built around dialogue gripped by fear, where every spoken word may have devastating consequences, as seemingly harmless encounters can lead to arrests, the staging is minimalist, so precisely constructed and so skillfully staged, essentially built around fewer than ten scenes, mostly unfolding in a series of private conversations, dominated by fixed shots and symmetrical compositions, bare environments, and suffocating silences that speak, disturbingly, of the present.  The goal of expunging all critics and enemies is to consolidate an elite group of loyal supporters whose allegiance lies strictly with Stalin, much like Trump and Putin have similarly targeted political enemies and systematically eliminated all opposition by surrounding themselves with nothing but blindly obedient followers.

Literally half the film is spent waiting with Kornev waiting to pass through the various layers of prison bureaucracy, who have no interest whatsoever in allowing him to see the prisoner, culminating with the Prison Governor (Vytautas Kaniušonis) offering him a litany of excuses, but he persists, waiting for hours, until they finally agree to the meeting, where he has to pass through a labyrinth of locked gates and doors, always accompanied by a hostile group of implacable faces from the warily suspicious assembled guards who are not pleased by his presence.  When we finally meet the feeble, starved, and thoroughly broken-down prisoner, he’s the kind of character we rarely see in films, a historical icon, having been there at the beginning of the Bolshevik Revolution, filled with the promise of building a new and better society, only to fall victim of the tactics of the NKVD, who have spent years torturing him, and other loyal party members like him, into confessing crimes they never committed, where “honest, knowledgeable experts are substituted by ignorant charlatans,” a line that is sure to draw snickers from American audiences, as it’s a pattern recognized so well in the Trump administration.  Stepniak’s body may have endured endless atrocities, where he’s nearing the end from organ failure, yet his mind is still sharp, making him a fascinating subject of interest, with Kornev recalling how he attended one of Stepniak's speeches about truth and Bolshevism at his law school, where he was immediately impacted by the force of his ideas, impressed that he also belonged to the former party leadership in his hometown.  It’s hard not to be intrigued by this man, finding his beliefs and the essential value of his work suddenly deemed anti-revolutionary, making him an enemy of the state.  Yet he actually stands for something, as opposed to Stalin’s secret police who simply want to erase his existence, as that’s what authoritarians do.  There’s a major difference in conceiving ideas and beliefs, literally building something out of nothing, with the hopes of transforming an entire society, and the parallel course of killing and destroying anything that has to do with planting that seed, where murder is the ultimate political weapon.  With a heavy reliance on dialogue, it’s rare for films to so exquisitely expose profound and radical ideas with this degree of simplicity, where nothing is left to the imagination, as we are literally taken inside this hellhole, an example of immersive cinema, with the film designed to plunge viewers into the psychological mindset of the times, seeing the profound effects, where if the guards could have their way, this prosecutor would never again see the light of day, TWO PROSECUTORS - New Sergei Loznitsa movie ... YouTube (1:17).   But Stepniak urges Kornev to visit Stalin, or members of the Politburo, and do whatever it takes to get as close to the highest powers of the land with a message of what goes on inside these prison walls, as it’s a crime against the revolution.  Accordingly, Kornev takes a train to Moscow, but on route his attempts at sleep are interrupted by an extended monologue from the wildly eccentric old man named Pegleg (also played by Alexander Filippenko), who tells tales about losing a leg and an arm fighting for the Soviets in the Battle of Kowel in WWI, one of the fiercest battles in history, and how he met with Lenin personally in Smolny for war disability benefits, touting his generosity, now seeking an audience with Stalin.  Inspired by Captain Kopeikin from the biting critique of mass corruption in Gogol’s novel Dead Souls, this underlines the disenchantment of the Old Leninist Guard, described as “the true believers,” with the direction of the revolution, where half of the Red Army’s entire officer corps was either killed or imprisoned, filling the screen with an omnipresent dread, as it shows how authoritarian systems actually destroy their own ideals, where Stalinism was the antithesis of Bolshevism, something only the Trotskyites truly understood, making them targets as well.

While the first part of the film is a hellish, Dante’s Inferno allegory, where the gates of Hell bear the inscription, “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here,” the second part exudes a Kafkaesque bureaucratic nightmare, shot inside the marble halls of the old Latvian Radio building in Riga, a Soviet relic constructed in the Stalinist Empire style, the only Latvian public service station to broadcast in Russian.  Swallowed inside the massive interior space, where it’s easy to get lost inside a maze of offices and corridors, with a giant, winding staircase reaching upstairs, Kornev seeks a meeting with the Procurator General, the highest-ranking law officer in the entire country, but is turned away by his secretary (Nerijus Gadliauskas), a man who is fastidious about manners and details, as he has no appointment, but Kornev is persistent, refusing to take no for an answer, so he waits and waits, like the brilliant opening sequence in Orson Welles’ THE TRIAL (1962), Orson Welles- The Trial: Before The Law - Prologue | Franz ... YouTube (2:51), until everyone else has been seen, and only then does the secretary allow him entrance.  Sitting in front of a statue of Stalin, where above that bust hangs a portrait of Lenin, the second prosecutor, Vyshinsky (Anatoliy Beliy) commands immediate attention and respect, never remotely cracking a smile, calm, yet stern, and acutely intelligent, with a sharp ear for details, never missing a thing, where the two prosecutors are intentionally pitted as mirror images of one another, both tasked with rooting out corruption and investigating state crimes.  Knowingly bypassing the local authorities in Bryansk because he knows they’ve been infiltrated by the NKVD, Kornev acts as an ambassador for Stepniak, recounting the egregious conditions there, revealing how the NKVD have rounded up, arrested, and then tortured or killed all the Old Bolsheviks into confessing purely fictional crimes, then using those confessions to issue death warrants, with Vyshinsky shockingly displaying a sympathetic ear, as if hearing these accusations for the first time, Two Prosecutors new clip official from Cannes Film Festival ...  YouTube (55 seconds), indicating he needs medical evidence of the scars of torture if he is to proceed, instructing Kornev to provide that evidence.  Acknowledging that would be paramount to political suicide, as the NKVD would arrest him for crimes against the state, Vyshinsky offers legal protections, starting with evidence they had this face-to-face meeting, guaranteed train passage, along with official documents authorizing him to conduct further investigations.  Kornev leaves hopefully, fully aware of the grave consequences at stake, finding himself sitting in a compartment shared with two jovial men who describe themselves as factory inspector engineers, Vasily (Valentin Novopolskij) and Petya (Dmitrijus Denisiukas), where they toast to Soviet law, with Vasily gleefully singing Shostakovich’s the counterplan song on guitar, which repeats itself over the end credits performed by a full choir, "The Song of the Counter-Plan" [Песня о Встречном] - Soviet ... YouTube (2:45), as it was seen and heard in the 1932 film COUNTERPLAN by Sergei Yutkevich and Fridrikh Ermler.  Whatever inklings viewers may have had up to this point, Kornev becomes the Josef K. of his own story, as the chilling final shot is nothing less than shocking, revealing the true scope of Stalin’s Great Purge, which literally engulfs the entire country in a shroud of death.  Clearly as much about Putin’s Russia as Stalin’s, it should be noted that all three of these Russian actors, Aleksandr Kuznetsov, Alexander Filippenko, and Anatoli Beliy, left Russia after Russian troops invaded Ukraine in February 2022, where their performances offer a testimony of political resistance.  Impeccably shot by Oleg Mutu, typically associated with Romanian director Cristian Mungiu and his Palme d’Or winning 4 Months, 3 Weeks, and 2 Days (4 luni, 3 saptamâni si 2 zile) (2007), but also Beyond the Hills (După dealuri) (2012), so detailed and precise, with no camera movement whatsoever, only static shots that intensify the creeping paranoia and full-blown claustrophobia, a world where colors are almost non-existent, this is a full-blown horror story that we’re not likely to forget.   

Saturday, November 9, 2024

Anora


 














Writer/director Sean Baker

The director on the set

actress Mikey Madison

actors Yura Borisov and Mark Eidelstein










































ANORA            C+                                                                                                                       USA  (139 mi)  2024 ‘Scope  d: Sean Baker

Today this could be                                                                                                                      The greatest day of our lives                                                                                                   Before it all ends                                                                                                                        Before we run out of time                                                                                                               Stay close to me                                                                                                                      Watch the world come alive tonight…

—released in 2008, Take That - Greatest Day (Single) YouTube (3:56)

A film about the putrid stench of toxic male patriarchy in both America and Russia, the two superpowers dominating the global landscape, told through an unlikely subject, a young female exotic dancer who thinks she’s hit the jackpot, the realization of all her dreams, only for that dream to be ruthlessly snatched away from her, like ripping her heart out.  In the 1950’s, Marilyn Monroe, Jane Russell, Betty Grable, and Lauren Bacall all used their external charms to lure a rich husband in Howard Hawks’ Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953) or Jean Negulesco’s HOW TO MARRY A MILLIONAIRE (1953), an era when it was common for men to support women through marriage, a concept this film subverts, yet respectfully pays homage to at the same time, where the dream is the same.  Reminiscent of the works of Ernst Lubitsch or Billy Wilder, it’s told in a screwball comic manner with rapid-fire pacing and streams of profanity-laced dialogue, a horribly ugly and grotesque display of raw, unfettered power and how easily power corrupts, with a sweeping landscape of Brighton Beach, also known as “Little Odessa” due its tight-knit Russian and Eastern European communities, where this delves into moneyed pockets of Russian culture, as seen through American eyes.  What sets this apart is the lack of any identifiable characters, where it’s hard to empathize with people you don’t really care about, and this is a lengthy odyssey into narcissistic people who don’t really give a shit about anyone else but themselves, becoming a hedonistic journey into a false paradise, as epitomized by Sin City, Las Vegas, and then having to deal with the wretched consequences that literally becomes a hell on earth.  From the maker of Starlet (2012) and The Florida Project (2017), Baker’s characters believe in an illusory American Dream that has abandoned them a long time ago, exposing the underside of that façade, where failure and social upheaval are intrinsically linked to his working class aesthetic, creating films free of any superficialities that accentuate those on the lower rung of the economic ladder, providing insights into the lives of people who live on the edge of urban spaces, addressing issues of social injustice, poverty, and the consequences of economic instability without romanticizing or condemning his figures, continually finding new ways to get audiences to empathize with people they may otherwise disregard.  All the hype surrounding this film, coming after winning the Palme d’Or at Cannes (where he dedicated the award to “all sex workers, past, present, and future”), with a jury led by Greta Gerwig, tends to send all the wrong messages, as this is an obnoxious expression of unprecedented arrogance on display, where the bullying behavior is simply abominable, which is tragic enough, yet ugliness and an unending sadness permeates through every frame of this film, though it’s couched in wild exhibitionist humor, where the grotesque, Ruben Östlund-like satiric exaggeration seems to be an accelerant, like starting a fire you can’t put out.  For those who seem to think this audacious screamfest is among the best films of the year, and there are many, it only makes you wonder what kind of abusive crap they’re used to seeing, where theaters are just filled with nearly unwatchable movies these days, spewed with incessant violence that is massively inflicted upon viewers, becoming a new desensitized normal in today’s society.       

Opening with a five-minute sequence set in a New York strip club with a remix of the British boy band Take That from the 90’s blaring on the soundtrack, Take That ft. Calum Scott - Greatest Day (Robin Schulz ... YouTube (2:43), offering a sarcastically sunny and hopeful vibe, as Ani (Mikey Madison) works the room, flirting with guests and leading them to the VIP area at the back to perform private lap dances, moments filled with gratuitous sex, nudity, and other party activities.  Basically this boils down to a long hip hop music video filled with drugs, booze, flashy cars, and naked women, shot by Drew Daniels on 35mm, accentuating bright neon colors, like something we’ve already seen in Scorsese’s The Wolf of Wall Street (2013), a fast track lifestyle that has an instantaneous appeal, but quickly wears out, attracting a wealthy segment of society that drops $100 dollar bills like there’s no tomorrow.  In the private rooms, Ani holds all the power, no matter how affluent the customer is, though the moment she leaves the club, the power dynamic flips on its head and the status quo is restored.  You’d think the powerhouse, once-in-a-lifetime performance by unheralded actress Mikey Madison, who had a bit part before being unceremoniously killed off in Tarantino’s Once Upon a Time...in Hollywood (2019), might be the saving grace of this film, from the conspicuous Brooklyn accent, a variation of Marisa Tomei in MY COUSIN VINNY (1992), to uncontrolled outbursts of rage, to completely vulnerable moments, where real intimacy is perhaps too painful for her, which may be why she has chosen a profession that allows her to safely keep her distance.  The actress learned to speak Russian and literally spent months visiting Brighton Beach sex clubs while preparing for this role, while also drawing upon Andrea Werhun’s book Modern Whore: A Memoir, a collection of original stories inspired by the author’s adventures in the sex industry, but it’s not nearly enough, as it’s clear from the start that everything is a mirage, that it’s all a lie, so it’s really no secret where this film is heading, taking us into a dumpsterfire where there is no escape, as you’re going to get burned.  Seemingly cut from the same cloth as the Safdie brothers Good Time (2017) or Uncut Gems (2019), dysfunctional family crime dramas with a frenetic pace to them, and while it’s an exhilarating ride, it lacks their sense of joyous adventure, existing in a place where the boundaries between delusion and reality seem to be blurred, leaving you emotionally drained and empty afterwards, sorry you ever treaded into this territory.  There are no subtleties and no time for tenderness, instead it’s a brash expression of unending selfishness, where the horror isn’t sexual violence, or even the dread of danger lurking in the dark, it’s the baffling naïveté of immaturity that holds such a central position, like a weight over everyone’s heads.  As if awakened from a fever dream of spending one’s last night on earth before it explodes, this is a story where everything you once knew is gone in an instant, leaving you wandering the ends of the universe alone, stuck in a purgatory of what might have been, where it’s not only bitter, but bittersweet.  This is not the prettified, sugar-sweet fairy tale of Julia Roberts in Garry Marshall’s PRETTY WOMAN (1990), as there’s nothing funny about the gutless moral vacuousness and sweeping social vilification that is the heart of this film, where there is such an obsessional yearning for prosperity, with all the safety and comfort that brings, yet the raw, explosive style of uninhibited energy on display hides the inevitable reality that awaits us in this nihilistic tragicomedy, taking us down a road to nowhere where all that’s left is unending bleakness and emotional despair.  

Ani is a brashly confident, fiercely independent Russian-speaking stripper who is often sent to entertain high-rolling Russian clientele, which is where she meets Vanya (Mark Eidelstein), an impetuous son of a Russian oligarch billionaire, quickly getting caught up in a whirlwind affair, Feeling the Chemistry in New ANORA Clip with Mikey ... YouTube (4:27), where the kid is a party animal that surrounds himself with beautiful girls, vaping drugs, and nonstop alcohol, living in abundance without ever taking responsibility, yet when she’s invited to a private appointment at his opulent home, a full-windowed waterfront mansion with maid service and private security, she can’t help but be impressed, ANORA (2024) Clip | Sean Baker, Mikey Madison YouTube (54 seconds), thinking this is a window into a whole new world.  When he pays her $15,000 to be his exclusive girlfriend for a week, they run off to Las Vegas where they actually get married, as she’s infatuated by the luxuriousness of his accommodations and his flashy lifestyle, Anora | Clip | NYFF62 YouTube (1:14), believing that’s her ticket out of the cheap and sordid lifestyle she’s been living.  When word in Russia gets out through social media that he’s gotten married, his parents send in the cavalry to intervene, with a bunch of Armenian goons quickly putting the kibosh on these shenanigans, blowing a hole in their fantasy world, suddenly forced to deal with unpleasant people who take offense by her presence, immediately assuming she’s contaminated his life, viewed simply as a scheming whore that must immediately be sent packing and the marriage annulled.  It’s a startling shift in tone, leading to a stream of organized chaos, a mix of calamity and catastrophe, utilizing slapstick comedy that borders on the ridiculous, yet the cruel and demeaning treatment of Ani is a given, as she’s simply viewed as a completely disposable nobody, dealing with her in the same manner as all their other problems, where they agree to pay her off to go away.  But she doesn’t do so willingly, becoming a huge pain in the ass for this family, hell-bent on fire and fury, so when Vanya bails on her and runs away at the first sign of trouble, she’s forced to deal with them all on her own, and while she puts up a struggle of epic proportions, displaying a surprising tenacity, she is steamrolled by the power they command, as highly influential people are on their payroll, while Ani has no one.  Basically treated like shit, she’s eventually forced to capitulate to the inevitable reality that she can’t win this battle of class privilege, as the moneyed interests are just too much, though there are absurd interactions, continuous screaming, and somewhat exaggerated fights, where the real movie is that viewers can see her in a way no one else does, as she’s unequivocally human, literally stripped of her humanity, yet the overall framework of the film is a zany fast-talking comedy until it slows down for a quietly memorable final sequence blanketed under a fresh coat of snow.  The film takes its cue from Fellini’s NIGHTS OF CABIRIA (1957), where a sex worker and hopeless romantic keeps picking the worst kind of men to get attached to, pouring her hopes and dreams into a guy, only to come to the slow realization that he’s a pathetic disappointment.  The unending bleakness of this film is unmistakable, despite the roller coaster ride of ever-shifting emotions, feeling one-dimensional, however, as it’s not particularly innovative and is actually quite predictable over a lengthy running time, never probing beneath the surface or wavering from the central theme that an incessantly exploited Ani is left lost and alone.