A very boring movie about “Pesnyarov”: a chic mustache is not everything

In the wet garden, autumn forgot

A tattered handkerchief of yellow foliage.

It would be better for us to meet

Half an hour before spring.

We are punished for being late…

Well, and so on. How the song from the 70s, from my childhood, stuck! I just sing and I can’t stop. Yes, this is Mulyavin, Pesnyary.

Whatever you call a boat, that’s how it will float. “Half an hour before spring” is a great title for a movie, isn’t it? Half done. I, for one, will probably never watch Siberiada by my beloved Konchalovsky. Well, what is this – “Siberiada” ?! Some sort of sports competition. And here about Vladimir Mulyavin so poetically, spring, mysterious – “Half an hour before spring.” It makes me want to turn on the TV. I turned it on.

This is a very boring movie. He is not redeemed by a chic mustache, a very sad, sometimes piercing, stopped look of the artist Artem Volobuev. Yes, they have achieved almost absolute identity – well, the spitting image of Mulyavin. And what? Become like your idol – we can do it. We even have such a show – “One to One”, it seems. Or “Totally”. And Sergey Bezrukov can be like absolutely everyone – from Christ to Vysotsky.

By the way, about Vysotsky. There, in “Thank you for being alive,” a six-hour mask was put on Bezrukov. They wanted to revive the idol, create the illusion of resurrection. But it’s not that. It shows a few days from the life of Vladimir Semenovich, his tour to sunny Uzbekistan, where he had a clinical death at a concert in Bukhara. Exactly one year before his actual death. And tell me: what is Vysotsky? That’s right, none. A common person. Silent, focused. As a spectator, at first I was perplexed: is this Vysotsky ?! And then I realized that this is the truth of life. He was not obliged to perform feats every day, as in “The Same Munchausen”. His songs, his poems, his theatre, his Zheglov were a feat, but otherwise – ordinary life, no more and no less.

So is Mulyavin. Rehearsals, concerts, wives, children, sometimes scandals… Are you interested? Well, that’s it … But this is life, routine, everyday life. And why embellish it, invent something. “Life from life,” as they say in one good non-our song. In addition, the eldest daughter of Vladimir Mulyavin took part in the series, and of course, she wanted to see her father without burrs and ulterior motives. “He is the best person in the world!” – as Katerina said about her Gosh in “Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears”, looking for him. Or as Gosha himself about himself: “I have no flaws at all.” And so it happens?

It turned out such a reality show without sharp corners. Bad for cinema, but just right for reality. The film will not remain in the annals, it will not be awarded at the “Nika”, it will not be sent to the “Oscar” or “Emmy”. And what remains with the person? Well, of course it’s a song.

There are many songs. And what! All the best for many years. This is from the “to remember” series. And I remembered. I listened, rewatched, found on the Internet a concert for the 30th anniversary of the Pesnyars. There they are sung by Pugacheva, Kobzon … Have you heard how Kobzon sings? Like this!

I found a bunch of documentaries about Pesniary, several interviews with Mulyavin. And this is the real thing that no series can replace.

And how he sang, Vladimir Georgievich! The same “Half an hour before spring” – shine! Someone from the ensemble said that after such a voice, all women, girls were ready to get up and go straight from the auditorium to his dressing room to … Sweet-voiced bird of youth.

Well, yes, the series is average, like everyone else, nothing special. But the goal of such medium-produced personalized biopics is unconditionally achieved: people go to the Internet, to the library, to search. People want to know more, remember, re-read. A friend said that after the TV series “The Idiot” from Vladimir Bortko, where Yevgeny Mironov brilliantly played Prince Myshkin, she went to a bookstore, and there, in a conspicuous place, lies the very thing with the inscription “Idiot”. Dostoevsky. Best-seller”. Cinema as an engine of trade.

In Soviet times, “Pesnyary” was considered official, but very high quality, our export version. As singers and musicians, they were impeccable, perfect (the fight for mustaches and long hair does not count). Of course, even they had to fight with the party members for your and our freedom, but what about. Mulyavin, like so many creators then, had to pretend, be cunning, say one thing, thinking another, and all for the sake of making a dream come true. In the series, they have gone completely to stereotypes: in the reception of the censorship commission, in the hall, only bosses sit in the front rows, they ask for bricks, their shoulders are square, in ties. Well, as in the post-war cinema, when all Germans were made exclusively fools.

And ordinary viewers sit scoops scoops. And “Pesnyary” are also scoops on the stage. They, of course, are all scoops, yes, but not as primitive as you showed, otherwise.

But Mulyavin was remembered (so be it), and fine. Because he created a miracle. And what soloists, we will not forget them either. Leonid Bortkevich, the one who “songs of partisans, pine trees and fog … my youth is Belarus.” A fatally handsome man, eyes with a veil, a desperate look … Then he married the famous Olga Korbut, went with her to America. And there he turned out to be a husband with Korbut. He returned to Pesnyary and began to sing again. We are all lucky. Recently died…

Anatoly Kosheparov. Here he stands, so fragile, neat, plays the button accordion and sings “Vologda”: “That’s why Vologda is always dear to me-when-when-when, Vologda-when … in the house where the carved palisade …” Well, remember? I want you to sing it. Yes, sing with us, sing like us, sing better than us.

Valery Daineko. This is the one about Belovezhskaya Pushcha. Oh, the music of Pakhmutova, the words of Dobronravov, and even the performance is super.

Do you want songs? I have them. And “Pesnyary” has it, and Mulyavin …

Do not offend your loved ones with reproaches,

Be afraid to seem cruel to your loved ones.

Very vulnerable, very vulnerable

Our favourites.

Golden words from a golden song.