Aleksandre Takaishvili is a lazy, slovenly, ill-kempt bureaucrat in some sort of organization where nothing ever gets done. When he is fired for "too much access". With no more lagniappe, his wife wants to leave him. While he considers suicide, an acquaintance tells him getting another job is easy: a recommendation from a grandmother, and be a pest.
This being a Georgian production, it's not surprising that there's no respect for anything; while the Academicians were busy praising the regime, directors like Vertov were busy trying to get away with as much satire as possible. This one not only makes fun of the stifling, pointless inert bureaucracy, but Academician film-making, with its weird cuts, odd-looking non-actors and Dutch angles.
The copy I looked at had one of those atonal scores that assault the senses with their senselessness. I didn't enjoy its loud stridency, but have to admit it fit right in.
This being a Georgian production, it's not surprising that there's no respect for anything; while the Academicians were busy praising the regime, directors like Vertov were busy trying to get away with as much satire as possible. This one not only makes fun of the stifling, pointless inert bureaucracy, but Academician film-making, with its weird cuts, odd-looking non-actors and Dutch angles.
The copy I looked at had one of those atonal scores that assault the senses with their senselessness. I didn't enjoy its loud stridency, but have to admit it fit right in.