Irony of fate - national shrine or sabotage?

2024 Author: Seth Attwood | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-16 15:55

I am afraid that soon they will arrest me for desecrating national shrines, but I absolutely do not like The Irony of Fate. I do not like three women wrestling a thirty-six-year-old overgrowth from each other. I do not like the overgrown itself, this New Year's sex symbol of the country with a crumpled face.

And most of all I do not like how passionately we love all these heroes, how we believe that this is a real Christmas story, in which good people make everyone around happy and eventually find their own happiness.

This film contains everything that “love in Russian” consists of: and an adult man who, tripping over his own pants on the way to the toilet, calls his mother for help; and a woman who has been brainwashed for several years and finally abandoned on New Year's Eve; and another woman who, for two series in a row, kisses a citizen breathing in fumes, and then follows him to another city, although no one called her; and the future mother-in-law, who, looking at all this disgrace, says, pursing her lips: "We'll wait and see." Our, our cinema!

The truth is that you can only think like that with a big binge. Abundant New Year's libations have led to the fact that we do not just respect all these Nagy and Lukashins - we have made them national heroes. We believe their relationship is romance. Our children grow up with the conviction that according to this scenario one must live, meet and love. And we just smile and sigh: "Oh, how sweet", instead of being horrified: "God forbid!" We make the sound louder instead of turning off Zhenya Lukashin.

After all, what is this Lukashin? What kind of ad might he be giving on a dating site right now? “The doctor of the district clinic is not ambitious, the salary is modest. Even on New Year's Eve, I practically have no pocket money. Influenced - for the sake of a "common" cause I can easily abandon principles and, for example, get drunk in a bath, if my friends want it. Age - under forty. I still live with my mother in one small room. I can't exist on a common territory with another woman - it annoys me when she walks back and forth. Mom is not annoying, and a sexual partner is annoying. That is why, of course, I am afraid to marry. In any difficult situation, I pretend to be a fool. While the women are sorting things out because of me, I sit on the sidelines, singing “If you don’t have an aunt” and wondering: who will get me in the end? Normally, I can communicate openly only when “I’ve got a drink, I’ll get upset, I’m brave.”

Nadya Sheveleva. This woman did not love herself so much that she was content with a strange, painful relationship - she met with a married man "twice a week for ten years." Can an independent person let this unhappy romance last so long? No, only someone who likes to revel in self-pity can do this. Actually, Nadya herself says about this: “I used to come home, sit in a chair and let me feel sorry for myself.” Comfortable young lady. What her boyfriend was thinking is understandable. Who doesn't like a beautiful, honest, and most importantly, a silent teacher of Russian and literature without pretensions? It would be much more interesting to find out what the hahahal's wife thought about during these two five-year plans. Surely according to the old Soviet tradition, shouting "Oh, you dyed bitch!" I ran to pull out Nadyushin's hair, and more than once. The man did not intervene - "he is still married." Ten years, all youth. From year to year, all weekends and holidays alone. If this is not BDSM, then what?

The relationship with the married man ceased due to the ultimatum of the wife, there can be no other options. Our Nadia cried, maybe she opened her veins a couple of times and finally met “serious, positive, beautiful” Hippolytus, who gave her French perfume, his own photo and offered her a hand and a heart, and not just sex on a schedule. But Nadezhda could not withstand such happiness - she abandoned the noble Hippolytus for the sake of an unfamiliar "bum". First, a bum - "What a shrew you are!" - rude. Secondly, he was married five minutes before - in front of her he whispered into the phone to his fiancee: "I love you." Thirdly, he lived in another city, which means, if anything, meetings with him again would not differ in frequency. In general, for Nadia, he turned out to be irresistible. Apparently, only such and excite her. She cannot, does not know how, for some reason, Nadia does not want to build relationships with free men who have serious feelings for her.

Both Nadya and Zhenya really understand only one kind of love - a child for a parent, because each of them has been living with his mother for many years. Lives not with a partner, but with a teacher. Not surprisingly, they tried to conclude a marriage with the same educators. Zhenya found the imperious Galya, who, in his presence, herself puts the "crown" on the tree. And Nadya, looking down, listens to Hippolytus scolding her: “You are careless! Shut up! You are not good! " And if Lukashin went to visit the Katanyans at the very beginning of the film, then in the final we would have two families, without any tricks tailored according to the "infantile child + wise parent" scheme.

Instead, the two kids went into the lead. They sent their world moms to their neighbors. They ran away, hid from their serious and correct Hippolytus and Gal. They locked themselves in a 33 square meter apartment and had their own reckless children's New Year. They sang songs with a guitar, fought, danced, complained about offenders, beat plates, tore up other people's photographs and spat with jellied fish. We played in big ones.

That is why we look at them with such pleasure. The male viewer thinks: "Even if I am spineless, drunk and penniless Ivanushka the fool, there will still be my own Barbara Brylska for me." The woman looks and believes: “Even if I don’t learn to build partnerships over the years, sooner or later my tightly locked door will still be opened by a prince with a Moscow residence permit.” Moms look and smile: "The kid runs and runs and will still return to me, as it always has been." This is our Russian fairy tale for adults, where everyone sees their own happy ending.

But the hangover will come in the morning. And the boy can hardly remember the crazy night. He awkwardly hesitated on the threshold, he will say goodbye and, without saying: “I want to be with you,” will go home. To yourself. He does not know how to make decisions, he lives by the principle "come what may, I don't care." The girl will collect the toys, cry, and maybe even run after the boy. She's only going to school in two weeks.