Andrei Konchalovsky |
Russian Resurrection Film Festival 2017 has had a notably soft
launch. They are doing a Konchalovsky retro. Now at last I’ll be able to sort
him out from his brother Nikita Mikhalkov. Of particular interest is his 2007
GLOSS in Sydney 9:00pm. Oct 31. They are also doing AELITA (Yakov Protazanov, USSR, 1924), on the big screen
with Mrs. Dovzhenko in band-aids as the heroine, as their closing night. A
welling of enthusiasm is curbed by a forty dollars a head entry charge to cover
a balalaika quartet, limp pastry and room temperature booze! It’s things like
this that revive Cold War tensions.
Glyanets/Gloss is a significant and ambitious Russian
film which attacks the new consumerist society with the same energy as the
films made about the Communist or Tsarist eras.
Now
we get stuck into twenty first century Russia in the time of gangsters, the
oligarchs, mail order brides, "Zionist" journos and the free market.
The director of Siberiade and Maria’s Lovers doesn't like this
any more than his brother liked Stalin in Burned by the Sun.
Yuliya
Vysotskaya, the leading lady from Konchalovsky's Dom Darakov is back,
rising to the top of Moscow society. It is a great star turn. She registers as
gorgeous and is startlingly transformed - sensation of the provincial sewing
machine sweat shop, hick seamstress in Moscow, smart receptionist in the
up-market brothel and Grace Kelly clone - more makeovers than the Universal
Pictures Trade Mark.
It
is a strength of the film that we are not sure whether hers is a success story
or not.
Gloss |
Vysotskaya borrows
from her debt collector boyfriend and sets out for Moscow, bluffing her
way in to see the editor of the glamour magazine, arriving with a basket of
fresh crayfish one of which flops on the table (this is a bit much.) The editor
who runs it along the lines of Devil Wears Prada, responds by firing the
doorman but not before she has inventoried girl’s shortcoming as a model - one
leg shorter than the other etc.
The
editor has problems of her own struggling to keep pace with the tastes of her
daughter’s generation. The daughter talks about trendy “shit sculptures in
London.”
Vysotskaya
ends up up working as a seamstress in Efim Shifrin/Mark Shifer's high fashion
workshop (her button holes are superior) facing crisis because what they are
offering is already a back number. In a key passage bald adviser Aleksey Serebryakov
comments "Forget about the menace of Western armaments. The armies of Hugo
Boss are upon us!”
After
she’s fired, he offers to set her up in a housekeeper spot, which she declines.
“I’ll do anything to get ahead!” Vysotskaya protests. “You won’t scrub
floors.” Turns out the job is with the organiser of a model agency, which
places girls with rich clients.
Yuliya Vysotskaya, Gloss |
Our
heroine doesn’t admit that she can’t run the espresso machine and when we pick
her up again, she is smartly groomed as the receptionist looking after the
housekeeping needs of the ailing boss but falling out with him over washing the
grubby toy bunny he keeps. We’re getting into Citizen Kane here.
About
this time, millionaire Aleksandr Domogarov, on his yacht (crummy effects) in
Rio, decides he wants a bride like Prince Rainier had. The agency team go into
overdrive photographing their stock of girls but it’s Serebryakov who notices
the lead’s potential and they present her transformed. Our heroine has second
thoughts but her potential employer points out “What choice do you have, I’ve
already paid a million for you.”
The
now married couple attend Russian society events under the end titles.
The
criticism of westernisation makes an interesting comparison with Xie Jin's 1982
Chinese Mu Ma Ren/The Herdsman. The Russian film also strives for
significance, underlined by the character commenting "It isn't perestroika
now. It's globalization." The references may be intended to be outdated.
Added to this there is an abundance of high order topless - and bottomless -
female flesh on display. Whether the attempts at shock impact are considered
naive or aptly judged, Gloss remains one of the most intriguing items of
its day.
Along
with performance, film making is imposing, even with dodgy attempts at high
style - the flash dissolves in the beating. They still have trouble getting a
full spectrum out of their colour lab work, though the end credits assure
us they are using Eastmancolor. It will be interesting to see what the digital
transfer looks like.
Directed
by Andrey Konchalovskiy
Script
Konchalovsky & Dunya Smirnova
Produced
by Konchalovskiy & Evgeny Stepanov
Co-producers
Jeremy Burdek, Nadia Khamlichi, Adrian Politowski
Line
producer Olga Ogurtsova ....
Original
Music by Eduard Artemyev
Cinematography
by Masha Solovyova/Soloveva
Focus
puller Igor Bibeyev
Steadicam
operator Roman Gorelov
Second
cinematographer Vladimir Ilyin
Steadicam
operators Ivan Pomorin, Bagir Rafiyev
Assistant
camera Serge Smirnov
Film
Editing by Olga Grinshpun
Production
& Costume Design by Yekaterina Zaletayeva
Makeup
artists Valeria Nikulina, Sergey Sirin
Assistant
director Natalya Obukhova
Sound
Department Alek Goosse
Visual
Effects Sergey Vygran
Stunt
coordinator Aleksei Silkin
Consultant
Anton Alfer ....
Production
Center of Andrei Konchalovsky
Russia,
2007, 118 min.
WITH
Yuliya Vysotskaya Galya
Irina Rozanova
Marina Yurevna
Aleksandr Domogarov Misha
Klimenko
Efim Shifrin
Mark
Shifer
Aleksey Serebryakov
Stasis
Gennadiy Smirnov Petya
Ilya Isaev Zitek
Olga Meloyanina
Zhanna
Olga Arntgolts
Nastya
Andrey Noskov
Gleb
Aleksandr Ilin
Chmur
Artemiy Troitskiy
Mark
Ela/Yola
Sanko
Mat Gali
Yuris Lautsinsh
Otets
Gali
Tatyana Arntgolts
Oksana
Oleg Komarov
Oligarch
French poster, Gloss |
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