Neokonchennaya pyesa dlya mekhanicheskogo pianino

Ask any moviegoer worth his or her bread (and I mean REALLY worth it!): "Unfinished Play for Mechanic Piano" is definitely one of the best ten movies ever made (I knew a very competent and cultured actor, the late Vistrian Roman, who declared it THE BEST of it all - and I could find no arguments to contradict him... Only a matter of personal taste makes me place on the top Tarkovsky's "Stalker"). Fact is that, as a few other admirers stated above, this Tchekhovian masterpiece IS INDEED PERFECT. Every detail is at its place, the structure is admirably built, the pervasive reality of the estate gradually grows to become unbearable, the characters are incredibly complex and deep (and, of course, played by a crew of genius actors!), and the photography is simply an ongoing series of paintworks.

I saw it for the... seventh time? Or maybe was it the eleventh?... a few days ago - and it made me laugh MORE than even, in the beginning, only to make me cry WORSE than ever in the end. It was hard for me, then, to hold the cinematographic culture course, and talk to my pupils, with a dry knot in my throat... This movie's emotional power is simply irresistible, and the philosophic content, abysmal... Once you see it, once you UNDERSTAND IT, your world will never be the same.

Constantly this film makes you reflect on your own life, your relationships, your place in the world.

This slice of life depicts a day in the life of Russian gentry in the late 19th century, warts and all. They're silly and pensive, boring and fascinating, shallow and profound--in short, a mass of contradictions, like most people really are. If the theme is the path taken, the plot is a glimpse of the path NOT taken.

The photography is gorgeous, and the direction and editing are flawless. What makes the film, what really puts it over, are the superb, subtle, multi-dimensional performances.

There is a scene toward the end of the movie where a character goes careening down a hillside, descending into a fit of madness. The camera just observes, but the scene is completely and totally surreal wholly because of the actor's performance. I cannot recall seeing anything like it ever, either in content or skill.

And the last shot of the movie is absolutely breathtaking in its simplicity, innocence, and composition. Movies don't get much better than this one.

If you read Anton Chekhov, you will not find this story in his plays. However, this film was made by Chekhov. If you love his works and if you are able to feel their spirit, you will love this wonderful film. Because the main intention was to feel and reproduce this unique atmosphere of Chekhov's works. Mikhalkov did it perfectly. I have to say, it's very hard thing as there are actually very few good films made by Chekhov's plays and later stories. Mikhalkov reproduced this boredom of insignificant people's lives and despair of the main character (Mikhail Platonov). Chekhov is my favorite author and I guess I know what is good and what is bad in those films by his works. If Chekhov's name isn't just a name for you, you HAVE TO get this film and watch it!!! It's the best film by Chekhov I've ever seen.

v.beautifully rendered cehov sceneries + ambiance

the film is a a deliciously nuanced afternoon treat whether one comprehends it or not.

human reason has created many grand, yet artificial axioms in order to tame reality and extract meaning ... but none so tiny, yet infinite, as love

winning over love begets one ... meaninglessness and/or suicide

it cannot be directly sought or striven for but it is recognized when it comes and it brings a serenity and graciousness of knowing how small the sense of self is, how transient are its aims and impacts, and how broad is the range of interconnection with other selves by influences too small to be singled out and labeled, yet undeniably acting within -

in the way that a single neuron in cortex 'knows' what is to be done from the field of activity within which it is embedded, without the need to know 'why' or 'what the big picture is'. it is sufficient for a neuron to perform as a neuron is designed to do, and for a woman or man it is enough to know that one has met a challenge or passed 01test without realizing that a test was in progress.

not everyone achieves this state of mind, and it is not communicable in words or by teaching, but it is there and has been written about, and when one arrives, one knows that the future has joined with the past to make a circle outside time.

space folds onto itself. love does as well.

I saw a movie from a Chekhov play in a college film class decades ago and it was a tedious thing about wealthy boring people prattling on as uninterestingly as possible. So I haven't been eager to see more. I did see an amateur production of a one-act that was quite funny, but I didn't decide to actually track down more Chekhov until I watched the Japanese movie Drive My Car about a guy directing a Chekhov production. It made my girlfriend curious, so I looked into acclaimed Chekhov films and found this one was admired. It was also recommended by an actor friend.

But once again, it's just wealthy people prattling on. They don't say anything interesting. It was just like hanging out with a bunch of dull people as they live their lives. 25 minutes in we couldn't take any more.

I just don't get it. My impression is Chekhov knows his characters are dull and empty-headed but that doesn't make it any more interesting to watch them.

Oh well.