(Spoiler, only if you don't know the essentials of Lermontov's
biography.)
At first sight, this appears to be a bit of a vanity project: Nikolai
Burlyaev writing, directing and starring in a biographical drama about
the Romantic poet Mikhail Yur'evich Lermontov, with his own son playing
the character as a child. But the result suggests to me that he's
simply an ardent fan making the most of his opportunities. It's a
lyrical, rather lovely little film that does well within its budget,
and makes good use of historical locations. Dashing young men in
gorgeous uniforms, elegant belles, sword-fights, pistol duels, court
balls, battle action at Valerik, and decent chunks of Mikhail's poetry
(especially his declaiming 'The Poet's Death' after Pushkin's demise)
and glimpses of his paintings.
Burlyaev was 40 when he made this, but physically easily passes for
much younger (Mikhail was only 26 when he died): he is slight and
endearingly handsome, with the large, expressive eyes that so dominate
the poet's portraits. Indeed, the casting, even of minor roles, is
good: it was nice to see Boris Plotnikov as the feckless Yurii
Lermontov, ousted from his son's life by his mother-in-law Elizaveta -
diminishing my less-than-happy memories of his performance as Aleksei
Petrovich in the ghastly US-financed TV serial 'Peter the Great'.
The film is, however, somewhat handicapped by the ethos of the time in
which it was made - a late Soviet-era production. Mikhail's difficult
temperament is played down, and the film suggests that court
machinations, rather than his irrepressibly sarcastic sense of humour,
lay behind the climactic duel: an 'Unknown Man' is shown lurking around
and inciting the dandified Nikolai Martynov (nicknamed 'Martyshka' -
'Monkey'). For a fuller account of his death, I would recommend
Lawrence Kelly's book, 'Lermontov: Tragedy in the Caucasus'. It was the
result of a silly falling-out at a party: immature macho posturing,
fuelled with champagne, rather than conspiracy. At least we get the
classic exchange:
Martynov: "I've told you before not to make your wisecracks, especially
when there are ladies present!"
Lermontov: "Why, what are you going to do about it, challenge me to a
duel or something?"
- although not the famous last words, aiming into the air while telling
his second, "I'm not going to fire at that idiot!" (The moral of the
story is surely never to call someone an idiot when he has a loaded
pistol pointing at your ribcage.)
But this is a delight to watch (as well as a major incitement to h/c!),
and I'm glad to have found that it's available commercially on video
(albeit without subtitles!). I've been a fan of Mikhail - a descendant
of the Learmonts of Dairsie and Balcomie - since I was a student in St.
Andrews (which his family ran for most of the 16C!), and this film is a
splendid introduction to him and his work.
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Extremely dashing in all directions!, 5 May 2005
Author: silverwhistle (docm@silverwhistle.free-online.co.uk) from Glasgow, Scotland
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(Spoiler, only if you don't know the essentials of Lermontov's biography.)
At first sight, this appears to be a bit of a vanity project: Nikolai Burlyaev writing, directing and starring in a biographical drama about the Romantic poet Mikhail Yur'evich Lermontov, with his own son playing the character as a child. But the result suggests to me that he's simply an ardent fan making the most of his opportunities. It's a lyrical, rather lovely little film that does well within its budget, and makes good use of historical locations. Dashing young men in gorgeous uniforms, elegant belles, sword-fights, pistol duels, court balls, battle action at Valerik, and decent chunks of Mikhail's poetry (especially his declaiming 'The Poet's Death' after Pushkin's demise) and glimpses of his paintings.
Burlyaev was 40 when he made this, but physically easily passes for much younger (Mikhail was only 26 when he died): he is slight and endearingly handsome, with the large, expressive eyes that so dominate the poet's portraits. Indeed, the casting, even of minor roles, is good: it was nice to see Boris Plotnikov as the feckless Yurii Lermontov, ousted from his son's life by his mother-in-law Elizaveta - diminishing my less-than-happy memories of his performance as Aleksei Petrovich in the ghastly US-financed TV serial 'Peter the Great'.
The film is, however, somewhat handicapped by the ethos of the time in which it was made - a late Soviet-era production. Mikhail's difficult temperament is played down, and the film suggests that court machinations, rather than his irrepressibly sarcastic sense of humour, lay behind the climactic duel: an 'Unknown Man' is shown lurking around and inciting the dandified Nikolai Martynov (nicknamed 'Martyshka' - 'Monkey'). For a fuller account of his death, I would recommend Lawrence Kelly's book, 'Lermontov: Tragedy in the Caucasus'. It was the result of a silly falling-out at a party: immature macho posturing, fuelled with champagne, rather than conspiracy. At least we get the classic exchange:
Martynov: "I've told you before not to make your wisecracks, especially when there are ladies present!"
Lermontov: "Why, what are you going to do about it, challenge me to a duel or something?"
- although not the famous last words, aiming into the air while telling his second, "I'm not going to fire at that idiot!" (The moral of the story is surely never to call someone an idiot when he has a loaded pistol pointing at your ribcage.)
But this is a delight to watch (as well as a major incitement to h/c!), and I'm glad to have found that it's available commercially on video (albeit without subtitles!). I've been a fan of Mikhail - a descendant of the Learmonts of Dairsie and Balcomie - since I was a student in St. Andrews (which his family ran for most of the 16C!), and this film is a splendid introduction to him and his work.
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