Khrustalyov, mashinu!
Russia / France,
1998, 137 min
Shown in 1999
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Alexei Gherman in person.Seven years in production, Alexei Gherman’s first film since My Friend Ivan Lapshin (SFIFF 1987) is a masterpiece of disorientation: Enigmatic gestures and events, elliptical phrases and sounds slip past us before we can make sense of them, and yet they do make perfect poetic sense. An odd mixture of jumpiness, exhaustion, giddiness and confusion permeates Gherman’s lustrous black-and-white images, adding up to an eye-opening representation of what it’s like to live in a totalitarian society where something monumental is taking place, although no one knows precisely what, nor when or how it will break. The time is the winter of 1953, the place is Moscow, the anti-Semitic purges are under way and Stalin is dying. There are signs that something is astir both in the country at large and in the household of General Yuri Glinsky, a military surgeon who resembles G.I. Gurdjieff. Glinsky is abducted and, after one of the most harrowing journeys ever depicted in cinema, deposited at the heart of the enigma. Profoundly personal, unrelentingly tough and oddly affirmative, Khrustaliov, My Car! is as brave as filmmaking gets. It is also an altogether towering achievement.
—Kent Jones