Idiot

This is so extraordinary that each episode is absorbing and exhausting. It is also cathartic and draining. It has an intensity unknown in almost all TV. This is emotionally intense and almost deranged in the craziness of the characters as they purge each other, destroy the facades of each other, and continue to live as desolate souls.

This is not easy to watch and it follows the book closely. The acting is superb, the direction and overall production style is rather like those films of the 1970s that Bertolucci made in that era, but the intensity is turned up to absolute maximum.

This is really the most powerful piece of TV or film in a long time and shows how the writer shapes the final experiences because this story is utterly wild. It digs deep into the soul and does not relent.

Dostoyevsky, the world master of classic literature, is a psychopathic psychologist. He is the disease and the cure. No one but him can deliver a true Russian character, full of life's passions: love and hatred. Dostoyevski's characters are simultaneously capable of cruelty and compassion. They are sinful and repentant - but never dull. Idiot gives one so much to ponder about the meaning of life. Film's psychedelic characters represent our innerly hidden demons, which can easily surface, when disturbed. The acting is great. I recommend this film to anyone who is a philosopher. It will stimulate your mental energy for a quite some time.

This is the first time ever that after reading a book, I see the film adaptation and (almost) everything is just as I imagined while reading the book! Absolutely amazing!!! The casting is just perfect (excepting one character), the atmosphere, just everything is wonderfully caught on film. The way Evgeny Mironov plays Prince Miushkin, and Olga Budina's acting... just superb!!! Not forgetting Vladimir Mashkov (Rogojin), Inna Churikova (Elizaveta Epanchina) and nearly all the rest of the cast!

Just a few minor points:

• Nastasia Philipovna was not as spectacular as I imagined. Somehow I expected more of her beauty and acting. - The film should have started at the train scene, just as in the book!!! I can't explain why, but I felt like this was essential for the beginning of the story.

But altogether, a wonderful job on this one, thank you Mr. Bortko!

Mironov is Myshkin - incredible acting, with or without words, you know exactly what he is thinking and feeling. Absolutely wonderful adaptation of one of my favourite books. Mashkov is also outstanding as Rogozhin, a very scary man indeed! Mashkov does have a very commanding screen presence in everything I've ever seen him in (try Vor), but this was just great. All the lead actresses were great in my view, especially Olga Budina as Aglaya Ivanovna. I do have to echo the comments about the subtitles though! I was really surprised to find them on my DVD (no idea about international availability, bought here), I didn't think that a Russian TV series would have them, but I supposed the International Television Festival attention - and award for Mironov made them necessary. Very sad that a better job wasn't made. I was very glad I didn't need them! Some bits are fine, and others have daft spelling mistakes, and elementary mistakes in grammar and translation. What was going on? It really distracted from the actors' work. The best films with subtitles are those where you forget that you are watching a subtitled film. This cannot happen with these.

I don't know if it is a good film. But, for certain ,it is a masterpiece.

For Dostoievsky's universe the words are unavailing. The comments are only games of vain ambition, trips in narcissistic nooks. The biography, the verdicts are slices of personal vision and not search of truth.

Dostoievsky is expression of his work. And his books are the territory of a well-organized world.

This film is the exceptions of my remarks. "Idiot" is a jeweler's achievement. Every nuance, every detail is careful polished. It is a example of to restore a masterpiece. A subtle acting, a gorgeous Lev Myshkin, a spectacular script. In fact, the result of a terrible fight between novel and film, between word and image, expression of Bortko's deep respect for a magnificent creation.

It is so remarkable for his art that the beginning of East European pride is made. But this film is not TV product. It is foretaste of a impressive spirituality, of a special refuge, about the price of illusion in Russian space, about the relation with a far Occident.

The first value of film is the language. Soft, worm, subtle, old, it is the atmosphere of a fascinating time and space, a literature and belief. Is it too little?