Goluboy ekspress

Genre film from the era of the great Soviet classics: a mixture of magnificent shots, desperate lack of rhythm, the expected class struggle passed through the sovietic filter, and the inevitable montage games that Eisenstein put into fashion.

I decided to see it precisely because it was mentioned by Eisenstein as a precursor to Sternberg's Shanghai Express, but the truth is that one gets tired of seeing the typical rapid succession of shots of the same thing from different angles, as if showing a statue or a handshake in a simple 6-second shot had to be fragmented into shorter shots from the front, from the side, from above, from below to capture our interest.

It all sounds like a lesson badly learned or following a manual without really knowing how or why.

There are some interestingly filmed fights, and some very careful lighting in some scenes, but overall the movie is pretty boring and routine.

If we want to get to know the Soviet genre cinema, it is better to forget about this film and watch the magnificent comedies and adventure films of Boris Barnet and Abraam Room.