The Russian cinema is dead after the death of Alexey German Sr., it is the sad fact of life. All Russian film directors have their brains replaced with aspergilliums, and all sorts of living thoughts, stylistic and artistic efforts with Orthodoxy dogmas and cliches. I won't even mention the performance level in this overlong Cinderella rehash. Maxim Sukhanov doesn't have to act with an exterior he has, he may simply remain himself. Although here he tries (too hard) to get rid of the constipation characteristic of all Russian macho actors. The girl just moves around. There is no one else in the entire film.
Review of Through the Black Glass
Through the Black Glass
(2019)
A piece of Russian Orthodoxy instead of a cinematic work
5 March 2024