Alyosha’s brother. About the new film Love Arcus “Bell Tower. Requiem “, dedicated to Alexei Balabanov

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But Arcus was not late with the film about Balabanov. She is never late at all, even if she breaks deadlines. She manages to do everything on time. And when she launched her magazine “Session” in 1990 with a cover that read “Do not shoot!”. And when in the late 90’s, in fact, the forces of the St. Petersburg editorial team, raised a great academic work – the Encyclopedia of Russian cinema of the perestroika era. And when she decided it was time to make a movie, she made two grand and completely different documentaries – “Anton is here”, about an autistic boy who accidentally came into her life to stay there forever, and “Who beat you no one.” – about the great Alla Demidova, a film that turns all the stereotypes and canons of biographical cinema. And, of course, a charity named after her first film, which has become one of Russia’s most important centers for helping children with autism and their parents.

And books-portraits, beautiful black-and-white books of life, dedicated to Alexander Sokurov, Alexei Herman, Sergei Solovyov, Alexander Rastoruguev… Her friends, comrades, interlocutors, with whom she never interrupts her conversation. And even with those of them with whom fate forever divorced.

Of course, Alexei Balabanov was from the very first row. Although in St. Petersburg he has always existed alone. By itself. And his film was not Lenfilm in spirit and style. At the same time, Balabanov, a native of Sverdlovsk, loved St. Petersburg and filmed it with a kind of hungry and greedy intoxication of the discoverer. So St. Petersburg can not. They have been watching the Rostral Columns since childhood and walking on Trinity Bridge. And Balabanov saw all this for the first time when he was under thirty. For a long time he got used to straight streets and avenues drawn as if on a ruler, to the Neva water splashing on granite, to the palace height of the ceilings of St. Petersburg apartments. He must have felt a little like Mowgli here, like everyone who came. But he kept confident, did not show the view. And at night he got on his bike and pedaled on Vasilievsky Island to get used to, to internally adapt, to make this city his own. And he did it well.

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