Set in 1950's Moscow amidst the Doctors' plot purges on the eve of Stalin's death, Aleksei German's Khrustalyov, My Car! (1998) pedantically recreates the minutiae of the day in a chaotic mood piece that is a far cry from the hollywoodized melodrama common to many historical epics. While the film is ostensibly about a brain surgeon, Yuri, fleeing the KGB before miraculously winding up at Stalin's death-bed, what transpires in front of the camera can be so exhaustively difficult…
A very slight film that reworks the same notes repeatedly until they grow quite large. Anderson plays very subtly with pacing, underhandedly switching our character perspectives and sympathies constantly over the film's run time until what may at first have seemed quite poisonous blossoms into something quite beautiful by the movie's end.
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I am honestly a little offended that this movie is getting so many awards. Never mind the racial politics, we'll get to that later, the film itself is just downright boring. What wit, charm, and potential the film might have is flaunted quite nicely in the first 15 minutes and the last 15 minutes, but is quickly drowned out by the tepid romance and asinine choreography. What we are served is just another boring Hollywood romance…