The Shooting Party

This was my first foray into Russian - or to be strict, Soviet - cinema. It is not a kind of cinema that the West knows very well, and I only became aware of this film thanks to its magnificent soundtrack. I was not badly impressed, and I confess that I was in the mood to find Anton Chekhov's original book to read it too.

The story is set in the countryside, where Count Karneyev, a noble landowner, lives. On a day when he was strolling through his hunting grounds with two friends - the widower Urbenin and the young bailiff Kamyshev - the group is surprised by a thunderstorm and has to take shelter in the house of a forest guard. It turns out that this guard has a very young and beautiful daughter, Olga, who grew up freely and whose spontaneity and beauty captures the attention of the three men. Desiring to get a comfortable life, Olga decides to marry Urbenin, but soon realizes that she loves Kamyshev, and the two end up having an affair, in a story that will turn into a tragedy marked by crossed passions and jealousy.

Deep, melancholic, sometimes dramatic, Emil Loteanu's film is pleasant and deserves our best attention. Setting the plot in the final reigns of Tsarism, the film takes the opportunity to criticize the "modus vivendi" of the Russian elite of the time, to the taste of Soviet thinking: trapped in a way of life that has both dissolute and absurd, the rich - be they aristocrats or bourgeois - are selfless debauched who care little for the harshness of the lives of the poor or even their own servants, placed to serve as chandeliers, as objects that can be disposed of. Criticism of marriage for convenience is also present, as is the warning of the danger that young women pose to more mature men. In fact, Olga is a character who is far from being innocent, despite her youth: she is the almost intentional pivot of the web of jealousy and crossed passions where she entangles herself, creating her fatal destiny through her attitudes.

The cast is headed by Galina Belyaeva. Extremely young, only 16, she is fair, attractive, captivating, charismatic and perfect for the role. And as life tends to imitate art, Loteanu proved unable to resist her, despite being much older than her at the time of filming. They would be married two years later, for a short time. With the young Russian actress - who became an icon at the time - they also star Oleg Yankovsky, Kirill Lavrov and Leonid Markov. They are quite good and do an interesting work, but it is undoubtedly Belyaeva who stands out.

Technically, the film is quite simple: cinematography has nothing special, and I even thought that some shooting angles and camera movements seem too rough, they are not as subtle as would be desirable. The sets and costumes are quite good, and they emphasize all the features I already mentioned: the ranger's hut shows the simple and hard life of the poor, Olga's costumes follow the evolution of her character (from the simple girl in the forest to a lady) and the shabby mansion express well the decadence of the Russian aristocracy. The soundtrack, which I mentioned at the beginning, contains iconic melodies by Eugene Doga, especially a specific wonderful waltz.

Russian aristocracy in her decadent glamour. Almost every frame is beautifully shot and movie fulfilled with magnificent music. The actors are playing professionally in best tradition of the old Soviet theatrical school. Story is simple. Based on the classic novel. Friendship, love, greed, death and pay-off. The main characters are a young detective, his friend and a beautiful young lady. She seems to be looking for money and enjoys flirting with rich men. Married and fooled old guy and in the same time promising her love to the young one. Her character is more complicated than it seems at first. She, I believe, loves young detective with all her heart but strong desire to be rich and powerful drags her towards old aristocratic money bags. She had been poor all her life and had been dreaming to be in the center people attention since her childhood. The final is dramatic and everybody pays for their sins. A-grade movie. Included in Golden collection of Soviet cinematography.

This film takes place in the 19th century countryside in Russia. It's a sort of a suspense story, but more of a tragedy with a beautiful poor country girl and three men who take interest in her.

It's a very nice adaptation of Chekov's story. It's strongly atmospheric and needs concentration to be fully appreciated. If you like a lot of action you'll probably get bored.

Acting is good and cinematography is beautiful, and even if the past is captured very realistically there's also almost a magical feeling to the whole movie.

THE SHOOTING PARTY, aka. A HUNTING ACCIDENT is Soviet filmmaker Emil Loteanu's cinematic interpretation of Chekhov's only full-length, eponymous novel, and the final product is as sumptuously alluring as it is melancholically tedious.

The plot centers around a 19-year-old bombshell Olga (Belyaeva), the daughter of a forester, playing the field between three older men who are besotted with her, Count Karneyev (Lavrov), noble widower Urbenin (Markov) and our protagonist the court investigator Kamyshev (Yankovsky), only the latter she truly loves, but oscillating between financial security and veridical feelings, she makes many a decision against her best judgement, until a hunting accident brings down the curtain on her transient life, but the guilty party gets off scot-free, much obliged to her own withdrawal of the information in extremis.

By meting out punishment to Olga as the token sinner and her husband a scapegoat taking the rap, Chekhov's novel ineluctably hews to that time-honored phallocratic presumption that it is any above-board man's poetic justice to penalize a wanton nymphet, and what rubs salt into the wound is that Loteanu's film is saturated with wandering male gaze and old-money decadence, a combo looks execrably unfashionable to today's ethos (or, on a less militant note, merely to this reviewer's lights).

The fact that a 16-year-old Galina Belyaeva (who would be endowed with the lofty epithet "Russian Audrey Hepburn") would soon be led to the altar by Loteanu, 25 years her senior, echos the director's own possessive infatuation with nubile youth, and their matrimony lasts only 5 years, which says much about the treacherous nature such union implicates.

For all its lyrical longueur, loosey-goosey character arc and an unsavory surplus of machismo that mingled with aristocratic dissipation, THE SHOOTING PARTY has its own merits, both for its production value and aural abundance, not least Eugene Doga's consecrated wedding waltz, and the cacophony invoked by a cohort of Gypsy musicians is so discordant that it is tenaciously embedded in the mind. Also, the cast is good if not great, Belyaeva is an ethereal being, but hobbled by a far too fluid characterization she is an objectified prize up for grabs; Oleg Yankovskiy is typically pronounced in subsisting his concealed passion with four-square resolution, and Kirill Lavrov obviously revels in the count's total abandon with all the theatrics welling up to the fore, yet, they are delectable, alas, the same adjective can barely be referred to Loteanu's own vanity project.

I'll never forget the wedding waltz (by Evgeny Doga) from this movie... Almost every woman in Russia likes this film and this beautiful music. My grandmother, my mother and my girlfriend like it very much.