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24 facts about vodka
1. Vodka is the purest drink in the world.
2. Vodka is 40% alcohol and 60% water.
3. A liter of vodka weighs exactly 953 grams.
4. 100 gr. Vodka contains 235 kcal.
5. There can be no vodka.
6. The prototype of vodka (Aqua-vita) was brought to Russia by the Italians in 1429.
7. The first drinking establishment in Moscow was opened in 1533.
8. In the time of Catherine II in 1775, vodka was considered the most elite drink in the world.
9. Until 1885, vodka was sold to take-away only by buckets (12.3 l.)
10. January 31, 1865 Mendeleev defended his doctoral thesis "On the connection of alcohol with water."
11. The standard for vodka was introduced in the years 1894-1896.
12. The branded vodka bottle ("Moscow Special") was patented in 1894.
13. Resolution of the State Defense Committee No 56200 on the famous "front hundred grams" was adopted on August 22, 1941.
14. The state monopoly on vodka in Russia was introduced and canceled several times.
15. The better purified vodka, the more toxic it is.
16. Vodka faster than other alcoholic beverages causes alcohol dependence.
17. Vodka is more toxic than cognac and whiskey in some respects.
18. 50 gr. vodka sharpens mental abilities half an hour after ingestion.
19. The same 50 gr. dull the reaction and accuracy of movement.
20. Vodka does not warm.
21. A bottle of vodka in the morning reduces the working day by 8 hours.
22. Russian vodka - the best alcoholic drink!
23. The Vodka Museum exists in St. Petersburg, Konnogvardeisky Boulevard D. 5
24. The shelf life of vodka is 12 months.
LIST OF REAL PROFESSIONS FROM CLASSIFIER OF PROFESSIONS DK-003-95 UKRAINE (with comments)
Agronomist airfield (on the hell ??)
Wet grader (mocker, meaning ...)
The operator on the diaphragm nasasyvaniyu (diaphragms were pumped, and on the side ...)
Ball mills operator (smoked, just smoked!)
Artist funeral services (Poor Yorick ...)
Mixer Runner Runner (LSD. Definitely!)
Brigadier of the yard of molds (molds ... sounds!)
Fur cobbler (we don’t eat raw coats!)
Riding blast furnace (in a burka and with a saber bald)
Healer (useful profession)
Pipe beater (without it)
Chief brandy master (very, very worthy profession)
The main dresser (Well! These even know by last name)
Chief specialist on the technique of conservation of television programs (much!)
Squeezer (updoor's sidekick, not otherwise)
Unification duty officer (and you are all WTO, NATO, EU ...)
Lace Shaper (that's right! Otherwise, somebody alone will grab everything for himself!)
Demonstrator of plastic poses (sounds beautiful)
Slotter (to the driver and the uper!)
Milker (it's not me)
Curler spirals (someone should ...)
The mobile mover (this is swing! And what next to do with it?)
Loader of grinding bodies (why are you talking about?)
Zalivschik voice strips (I know these, especially on Saturdays)
Zubolopolschik details of the clock (did not understand, but it sounds strong)
Toothpick manufacturer (very rare profession, I think)
Manufacturer of matrix layouts (wake up, Neo!)
Engineer-forestologist (mechanic-gynecologist nervously smokes in the hallway)
Inspector to control the execution of orders (for the market answer!)
Tester paper bags (in the plane, probably)
Tester of current sources (Ay, damn! The current is beating!)
Tester of the Rings (And one omnipotent - the Lord of Mordor)
Calculator (believe it, thinks!)
Kapellmeister (but often-often)
Coke Cleaner and Coke Discharger (Say “Sometimes” Drugs)
Emergency Commissioner (just in case ...)
Turntable (to the hauler!)
Globe varnish (a unique profession! How much universal peace!)
Luke (brownie was a long time, now this one here ...)
Forest master (simple and tasteful)
The driver of the pumping station for pumping a working agent into the reservoir (It's a pity for an agent ...)
Refrigerator driver (long distance?)
Washer washer (really, why should dirty wastes be thrown out ?!)
Positive Fitter and Negative Fitter (it seems not only smoked ...)
Motorist mechanical shovel (...)
Foundry Master (this is something mythological)
Namazchik matchboxes (what, I wonder?)
Fluid Filling Device (sensible!)
Head simulator (but what!)
Cranberry roll in (Cranberry. Checked. Rolled in.)
Anatomical obrezchik material (it would seem, what's with Judaism? ...)
The operator of the main control panel (like this. The delusions of grandeur, however)
Keyboard stand operator (undressing cards)
Tiller (happens on drunk ...)
The organizer of the ritual (you want to call the devil or the demon - this is him!)
Sailboat (I thought it was a ship ...)
Portionist Lao Cha (mysteriously ...)
Messenger (sends exactly and to the address)
Milkshake Maker (Pacified Profession)
Workman (he works alone)
Traveling worker on the lake (and fisherman on the railway)
Razvodchik (raschuchik) freebies (the right profession)
Reader of packages (this is from evil, from evil)
Paintbrush wallpaper (fun must be a profession)
Streamer (usually performs after a tipper and a hawker)
Tailing control (without it anywhere!)
Diet medical sister (good for health!)
Test-fitter (I wonder what percentage of mortality?)
Cream Caster (Yin-Yang)
Processed cheese mix composer (very responsible position)
Shooter (it's me)
Plate Dryer (Dream ...)
Tenant rubber products (and you still shoot them yourself? In vain!)
Tribal Technician (especially for South African tribes)
Glass etcher with hydrofluoric acid (what is the specifics. But why? ...)
Strengthener parts (so as not to fall apart!)
Scientific Secretary (can give a paw)
Pig face cleaner (paired with a mobile collector)
Puncher legs (and pens ?? And the rest of the body parts?)
Underground electrician (scary beast!)
AGAIN ON IDIOTS FROM EDUCATION
It all started with the fact that about 7-8 years ago, an experiment was conducted at one of the schools to introduce a rating system in the American manner. That is, by points - A, B, C, D, E, F. Where A corresponded to the highest score, and F was the lowest. And in the process of debriefing after the next control, the student, without leaving her distant thoughtfulness, gives out: "If you also answer the exam, you will receive an E score." In the resulting silence, there was only one uncertain voice from the rear desks: "Are you threatening us?"
DO NOT FORGET TO TRANSLATE THE ARROWS!
Winner of the Darwinian Prize
September 5, 1999. Jerusalem.
The Palestinian terrorists were rightfully recognized as winners of the Darwinian Prize. They either did not know or forgot that they had already switched to summer time in the Palestinian territories, and officially in Israel the transition was postponed until the end of a Jewish religious holiday. Therefore, timers on bombs were placed on Palestinian territory in Palestinian time, and they delivered bombs to places of terrorist attacks on Jewish territory in Jewish territory. The result is exactly at 17:30, on Sunday, two bombs simultaneously exploded in different cities, having razed the cars with three terrorists inside.
3 years. Grow and strongly hit Vitalka Serebryakova from my group. Why is he lying that his folder is stronger than mine? 4 years. Find on the street a hundred rubles and buy popsicles, a German designer and a car with pedals, like a neighbor Arturchik. I will ride on it in front of the house, let everyone envy. 5 years. Grow big, more dad. Grow a mustache, learn to smoke and shoot a dash, marry mom. 6 years. Do not go to kindergarten. Go to school. There is no quiet hour and milk soup for afternoon tea. 7 years. Do not go to school. Have you lost 10 years of such horror? Well this is more than my entire previous life is 8 years. To serve in the military. A saber, a horse, a pistol, yes, for the sake of this 9 years. Move to live in Sochi or Gagra. Well this is better than going there for one week every year. Or at least to Moscow, there is also not bad. I wanted to go to TsUM, I wanted to go to the Mausoleum or at least ride the subway on the escalator. 10 years. Become a musketeer. It's time to rejoice and all that. Everything in front of me: grandmother's straw hat, mother's shawl instead of a musketeer coat and a skewer sword with a nylon cap on him for 11 years. To be the strongest in school or at least in the classroom. First of all, beat Serebryakov. What the hell was he throwing my briefcase in the dirt, my removable shoes and myself in a brand new bolonevoy jacket? Mother will kill me (((12 years old. Become a pirate. Rei and bramcels, louis and piastres, treasures and parrots Oh, I wish I could swim for 13 years. To be famous, even very famous. Most likely a poet. My poem for March 8 he killed the teacher and mother. Classmates look at me suspiciously, the ancestors courageously prepare for the role of the parents of a genius. 14 years old. Learn to be a karateka. They take there, I heard, regardless of height. 15 years old. growth from the end? Even behind all the girls at the age of 16. Start shaving. Gray already has such bristles , Igorek has been shaving for almost a year, but I have nothing ((((17 years old. Do something anywhere. Although, well, let's say I don’t do it, I’m going to the army, I’ll be returning as a paratrooper hero, I’ll give out to everyone I promised Vitalka, have you heard? You are the first in this list, 18 years old. You can even sleep with someone. Classmates, if you believe them, have already rattled the whole city and started to work in the suburbs, and I’m One hope for a hostel drinking at the end of the course. How do I show myself to my friends? 19 years. It was good to be a rock musician like Gillan or Choi. Long hair, I am in the spotlight, in the hands of a bass guitar and raging girls, K-fans at the scene. Teeeeks, calmer, ladies, do not crowd! Blowjob recording is done only through my producer! 20 years. Become at least someone. The third decade was exchanged, but he didn’t write a novel of the century, didn’t command the army, and didn’t sleep with Miss Universe for 21 years. Oh, my mother, if only I would not marry. It’s my fault, she said: “I thought for days, don’t worry”. And now he is whimpering and doesn’t know what to do. What nafig state exam and diploma? (((22 years old. Earn one hundred million rubles, pay off debts, buy a normal cot for a son and a jumpsuit, Borges’s three-volume leather jacket, a computer, jeans for yourself. 23 years Rent an apartment. Or a room. In general, to move out of this edge indelible toilet bowls, dirty staircases and twisted light bulbs in the corridors for 24 years.Try off the position of head of the department Well, which of Sashki is the head of? without my At the last corporate drunk, he got so drunk that he smashed his head with a brand-new Romanian toilet in the toilet and even if he had But at the same time, he was the press secretary of the Big Uncle, and I pull the work of the entire department for thanking the 25th anniversary of the professional holiday. to the sea. Or to the mountains. Or to the tundra with taiga. In general, where there is no job, wife and parents are 26 years old. Fuck the new one from work. << 23-year-divorced-dyed-blonde-breasts-and- zashib legs >>. I would give an annual award and 3 fingers on my left hand, just to be with her a tete-a-tete in a stuck elevator. 27 years. Get a second degree, economic or even legal. H eslovlovo, I will receive this education seriously and without hack. I will pass the sessions ahead of time, only for “good” and “excellent”, sit in the library, take control and coursework in time, know all the teachers in persons and by name for 28 years. Earn, draw, find on the street or steal somewhere 432 thousand dollars. 2 thousand to his wife, let him buy himself what she wants from her clothes and finally lag behind, 20 thousand to find a dormitory to immediately with furniture, 10 thousand to repair the cottage in their village and hold gas for the parents, the rest to be hidden under the sofa for minor expenses. 29 years. Kill everyone at work and not get a criminal punishment for it. Well, or at least a fine penalty to get rid of. Reptiles! I can not see you, nothing and idiot! 30 years. Plant a tree, for example, a cherry or a pear, and here currants and strawberries. Here, at the cottage gate, a flowerbed is broken, and here you can make a cool bench and a fountain. You can sit in the evenings and watch the sunset. Damn, how many are weeds here 31 years. Start writing again. Found when moving drafts of the novel, which I started 6-7 years ago. Damn, did I write this? Hmm, fresh, bright, naive, but not great. The novel does not come out of this, but you can cut the 3-4 story, I'll do it later, closer to the vacation .. 32 years. Grow up, learn to climb the stairs step by step, rather than skipping. Stop responding to the name without middle name, order a business card << head of department >>. So what is it that I have only one subordinate, and that old fart, the employment center distributed here? Finally, buy a new normal handset, and not a cheap phone number, which is embarrassing to get at outsiders. Do your figure, or rather, the paunch From April, perhaps, I will start going to the gym. Unnecessary kg will be driven away at once, and also for my aunts poking around, wriggling on simulators .. 33 years. Quickly rethink what has been lived, make adjustments and begin to live a full creative life, become confident and successful Hmm, then tomorrow I will begin
A few reviews of the << Masters and Margarita >>.
Das ist First.
Hope, kag izvesno, dies last. And it happened. Nadya, Nadya, Nadyusha Kag zhy tag? Why did this happen? First Verochka, then Lyubochka And now you're yesterday. Immediately after the transfer << Good night, kids >> Died, fucking.
I have been waiting for this event for a week. It is the Events, because in the last fifteen years in the Russian cinema of the Events there was not a dick. There was Zhuva Chka, various stories about gangsters and a crazy loot for Holyaw, half-chic (if in makeup) Shmara Samokhin, which can, of course, a couple of times on the mattress, but only after half a half of vodka, mustache << ensign >>, he < <babnig >>, he's << an adventurer >>, he's yes any garbage, in short Pankratov-Cherny, a blond who has played to disgust with a Armenian surname Kharatyan and other schloben.
Until last night I was hoping that a real dude finally appeared, who ventured to make a real film. Moreover, Bortko already had the experience of creating a truly strong piece. And in the lavender he was not constrained.
Dick there. There was no Keen.
Okay, fuck on the lyrics. Back to our sheep, fuck. I just want to warn you that I’m not a film expert, therefore I’m using professional terms like << make-up >>, extras ’, << voice acting >> << go to the trailer, let's go fucking >> I’m not going to operate on make-up. I will express my opinion in my own words. So, we begin!
The only thing that could not spoil is the name of the film. Apparently, for the director it was fucking what an overwhelming task that he did not master dick. Bravo, fuck, sugar eat. All the rest is just fucked up. Naturally.
In short, the points. (The item from the “screaming” in this plot does not wake up!)
Woland. Ebana in the mouth, Woland is the key figure! The whole novel is based on Woland! And fuck? And what the fuck, Basilashvili is Voland? Is it the lord of the world and hell?
Fucking his Estonian accent? Can you imagine what will happen to the Estonians, when three years after watching the show, they still come to the conclusion that Satan is a native of Pärnu, fucking. They ohoyeyut with joy. And they will ask the IMF for cold loans, with an instant granting for five years, no less fucking! Otherwise, in case of refusal, complain to the famous countryman and fucked up the IMF. To burn him, fucking, to IMEF, in hell of fire. Batono Basilashvili - in a book, Woland participated very vividly in a conversation with writers. Emotionally. And you, loaf, apparently just recently made a facelift and vocal chords.
And why the hell did the story of the execution of Yeshua did you begin to tell in a moving tone? What are you, fucking on the arrow of the tunnel, in the note? Pontius Pilate. Fuck, everything could have guessed, but what would the procurator of Judea, the warrior who killed himself and sent thousands and thousands of people to death, turned out to be a puny grandfather who even plainly cannot raise his voice. And who has written on fize << Do you want kanfetka, granddaughters? Shu pakuchaim gruel and go to paaark >>. Is this the killer of Christ? Yes ebanuzzo can fucking. Eh, Mr. Lavrov, Mr. Lavrov Well, why the hell did you need it? Fuck, well, you do not pull on the executioner Do not pull.
Yeshua And here is a pleasant surprise. I am in ahu. I did not expect Bezrukov to be Yeshua. And he could. All performed. Great simple. This is really to the point! God bless you, Seryoga. Retinue woland. Mr. Abdulov - fucking once again show the Russian people that you are already old? Well fucking, well, it does not work out for you Phagot. Not guer you. You fucking even foul up with a potato daddy posture. You fucking anyone - Lovelace, authority, swindler, but not in any way, if you are not a master of charms, you are not a master of zapad. Fuck you after that.
Hippopotamus. It seems that the Black Hobbit is alive and well. Some kind of greasy skin was pulled over him, in which he rumbled around the floor in apartment 50 with a tramp.
I fucking, have you ever seen a stomping cat?
Huy knows, but for the sake of such a film, and with the availability of modern computer technology, you could try. If the brains themselves didn’t have enough, they would have thrown a little service on the noose, << Comrades, help fucking! Pamagite Noresovadi Kata! >> There would have been masters, for not dick would have made a mistake.
And fucking Pankratov-Black. This is the most ineradicable fucked up. P-H-Likhodeev. Patzula from idiocy chief casting. Fucking fucking with a rattle. Likhodeev, a sleek lifejacker, a lovelace and a madcap Is it fucking Black Pankratov? Yes? Yes fucking, he does not impress such a man. Shnyr, fuck, full. << Variety >> steer no nofelet search. Do not confuse genres, fucked in the mouth. Everything, nakhuy, in this occasion there is nothing more to tell. As, however, about the Rome. Is this the Oleynikov financial tycoon, the burnt thief and the schemer? Mr. Bortko, you fucked. About searchlight Zhban, fuck. Two or three times. Fuck writers, the same problem. The problem is primarily in actors. And the second in their game. Galkin straight fucking prostaetstso. From the skin climbs, huyase, this suit once in my life falls And ultimately, Homeless get fucking some kind of fake. Well, in the note, every movement, every word is a fucking game to the public and fucked up.
And Berlioz, I think should look more impressive, yes. Still, a highly educated person, chairman of Massolita. And the hairstyle should be neater and more serious clothing. And so the Chairman of the residential housing, fucking. He was fucked under a tram. Fuck there and the road.
Unpleasant Yes, I understand, Russian cinema has become scanty by actor-masters. But fucking nahuya then the director? He doesn’t see, what the fuck is going on? He is a fucking case, does not understand what he took? This is the Master and Margarita! This is Bulgakov. And not serialcheg for housewives. But unfortunately, it was Serialcheg that turned out.
Such a fucking not a joyful first impression.
It's a pity.
And the second.
<< - And if we, comrades, aim a blow at Villa ma of our Shakespeare? And what, and sweep! ... >> What a fuck to us, it is true that!
Well swung. This is me, of course, about the fresh adaptation of our classic, the present, no fools, by the way. About Michal Afanasyicha Bulgakov, bright memory to him. About << Masters and Margarita >>
Here, the movie was weak. Trumpeted in advance straightforward Events, like this with a capital letter Ce. Judging by the cod advertising, not weakly invested. Well, in the evening (December 19) they cut it out. I sit stuck. So, the whole movie is not advertising. This is good, it is, according to Hryun, inspire! But the rest! Mommies! ... How correctly intelligent people say, the devil in the little things. Here with little things and nach it. So, here they are on the Patriarch's, Berlioz and Homeless. We went to the stall.
That's right, << there is only an orange >>. But then in the book ...: << Orange immediately gave abundant foam >>, which is why the Homeless proper began to hiccup. Where is the foam ???
So, we go further in the text. Appears on the avenue Woland. Before talking with his brothers in literature, he passed through << and suddenly sat down in two
Steps >> from them. He sat, listened, and then came up. Where is it shown?
Further. Woland finished his story about Pilate when, eh? When << the sun began to roll over the houses at the Patriarchs >>. And not then, as in the film, what the crowd of proletarians with guitars are walking under the lights already in the twilight. And, by the way, according to the text, that side of the alley on the Patriarch's, where Woland sits with Berlioz and Homeless, is still empty. Check, comrades, check!
Now the scene in the palace of Herod. Morning. Pilate with a severe headache goes to the gallery. “Most of all, the procurator hated the smell of roses.” This smell and haunt him. Understandably, the case with a head that is sore, to smell all kinds of nastiness, such as roses. Not a fountain. And the smell of roses pulls out of the garden, the ancient Jews put it up, you know! Where is the garden, the filmmakers chmoshniki? Where are you carrying roses from?
<< Most of all, the procurator wanted to stick his voice under the stream of the fountain and stand still >> Where did the fountain go, Herodians?
<< I don’t know how in London, I haven’t been, but we have a man’s house manager!
>> Here I am, too. Of course, I didn’t happen in ancient Yershalaim, I didn’t have something to do, and in general it didn’t work with Rome, but by simplicity I didn’t wear even heavy armor in a non-combat, as they say, setting. Even procurators, even in the morning, and even more so with a splitting head. Our military philologist-minister does not go to the president in the Kremlin in a helmet, and the gas mask doesn’t carry around with him all the time. So the procurator will be smarter than our minister himself, at least three languages
knows: Latin, Aramaic, Greek. Maybe others know, but the novel does not say that. For example, just ask any of our modern ass-headed lampmaster with ryakha, what languages does he know, except for Russian abusive? Eh?
But to the point. Came Kaifa. And Pilate washes his hands with him. Why the hell did he wash them? Right now! Is he in the guano before this poking around? A, clear! Well we are so stupid hint! “I wash my hands!” >> A subtle hint like that of Ilya cha on Lenin's subbotnik. And he washes it in a cup with what? ... With pink petals! I think, with his love for the pink smell, he would have managed to cram this cup and the slave who had given her to the right place! Yes, for the most "thank you"!
Is this all the little things? Do not tell, comrades! If the Master, the creator, wrote a novel, if he thought it right to draw and recreate exactly what he painted. If he shows us exactly such a picture of the world. If such lines of the novel are classic and canon, then you can change it for every thing you can, but do not consider what is bulgakov. So write in the credits on the grounds of Bulgakov, or there, folk tales about Kolobok with Herods.
Trivia nevpizdushnykh and except tuev hucha. And as they say: small coins, and who in the large will believe you? And this is the current-current beginning of the review. And besides the little things there are a couple of words. Began to get a taste, and then poknu more serious punctures.
But for now, take a break on this. Morning, comrades, six o'clock on December 20, the night ends. A sequel will be. Shl. This is my review review debut. Don't hurt hurt! ...
We continue, my other Zabem dick on the details and trivia. Rise to a higher level. Both creators and stuckmen udffa together talk about unsuccessful actors. Is this right or not? It is important to note that the list of unsuitable in their opinion to the specific role of each has its own. And I wonder why? Fucking casting? Pohuizm producers directors? Set on loud (former!) Names? All this is true. But this is a consequence! And the reason is not in a particular actor. Actors play NOT THOSE someone should! I will explain. This does not mean that Basilashvili was outraged to depict not Woland, but Pilate, or Abdulov, give the role of Azazello and all the bundle. Not!
More specifically? Please, three examples.
The procurator, “in the person who speaks of the Roman authorities”, is the one who must ensure the constant tension of the iron reins of the Center of the World (“All roads lead to Rome” for the troubled, wild province, spread the fear and inevitability of Rome’s retribution for any local abuses who? Is this an old uncle podvolakivayuschy legs? And this Horseman-Golden Spear? Real Warrior and not weak administrator (a weak would have been eaten instantly, Jews and two thousand years ago were Jews, just also uncivilized)?
No, comrades, << I do not believe >> (Stanislavsky)! The authority at rest, perhaps, is either the former regional second secretary of the Soviet times, or the retired ambassador can believe it. It’s not even age, not health. He himself doesn’t PARTICULATE himself in the right way. He is internally NOT Pontius Pilate! All right.
The following example.
The Devil's trick is known to represent that there is no Devil. Well, the purpose of the Prince of Darkness? Get the souls of people. For example, scammers on the market do not shout that they want to heat you up, but on the contrary, gently invite and promise one pleasant thing.
The Lord of the Underworld MUST be attractive. Он НЕ может НЕ нравиться женщинам, НЕ может НЕ привлекать мужчин. Понятно почему - любой попадающий в поле его внимания, его, скажем так, потенциальный клиент. Мысль ясна? Ну-ка, втыкатели, приложите к себе.
Вот, он перед нами в фильме, как бы, Воланд. Спроси себя, он тебе симпатич ен, ты бы хотел быть похожим на него? Спроси свою пелотку, нравится ли он ей как мужчина? Вот-вот!.. А бездна преисподней притягивает, и не может не притягивать, как любая бездна, если смотреть сверху Повелитель Ночи не старый надутый раскормленный индюк, трясущий брылями. А увидев Басилашвили в сцене на Патриарших, кого представляешь? Ну да, типовой банкир, вот прогулялся, сядет в мерин, поедет обедать Словом, сериал <<Подбитый фонарь бригады>> И в романе это губительное притяжение к Воланду показано очень четко, на всех, от Берлиоза до Мастера. Вот только к фильму это никаким концом Ну и, конечно, Иешуа.
<<Бродячий философ>> и Сын Человеческий. Бездомный, побеседовав с которым, люди бросают деньги на дорогу и навсегда уходят из дома вслед за ним, в никуда, в неизвестность. Преступник, которого пытается спасти сам прокуратор, забыв про все, даже про долг. Заметим, увидев его в первый и последний раз. Сознательно идущий на смерть как человек, Сын Божий. Прервемся Да. Бездонная тема. Но где, каким краешком виден хоть отблеск божественности в фильме? Где хоть тень харизмы Иешуа-человека?
Не согласны со мной? Вам нравится этот <<Иешуа>>? Тогда назовите меня ослом и закройте эту страницу. Можете возразить, камрады. Действительно, как показать, чтобы хоть в эту минуту фильма поверить вот он, Сын Человеческий.
Как актеру мысленным шепотом сказать самому себе <<Я - Сын Творца>>? Как представить это себе хоть в миллионную долю? Как это сыграть? Каким актером? I do not know. И не хочу знать. Знаю одно. Хочешь, чтобы к твоему крео относились по взрослому, как к искусству сделай его таким.
<<Не можешь любить сиди и дружи!>> Не можешь играть, нет таланта не играй! Не можешь поставить <<Мастера >> по высшему, предельному разряду, как его только и мыслимо ставить не ставь. И ни ебёт! Не можешь показать актерам, КОГО и КАК им нужно играть, иди в песду. Выгони всех нах, возьми других. Не можешь выгнать выпей йаду или займись чем другим. Режиссируй какой-нибудь вечерний <<Голод в доме-18>>, или утренний <<У вас пока все дома>>. Сегодня напоследок о забавном. Уродская волосяная кукла, аки покемон, под именем кота Бегемота легко выдает реальный уровень режиссеро-продюссеров. Не поленился, посчитал в конечных титрах количество всяких анимационно-крехуяционных студий. Пять, ноздря к ноздре! А правильно, и нехуй! У покемона на жопе, небось, надпись: <<Интел внутре, форева!>> Но есть у фильма еще одна, незамеченная многими, сторона. Which one? Если интересно в следующей раз, в последней, безпесды, части. PS Не знаю, обратили ли вы внимание на одну прикольную веСЧь - ни в одной из этих достаточно детальных рецензий нет НИ СЛОВА об Маргарите.
Знать, зацепила зрителя Анна Ковальчук...
Чертовщина кака-то... Опять, да?