Kartoziya decided to educate a young audience on Herman and Tarkovsky

What is “Friday”? Well, an advanced youth channel, as they say about themselves. Endless travel, cooking, cooking, dating. By the standards of our Palestine, it is quite strong, in places with taste, that’s all. Yes, the face did not have a common expression, but so what?

I (the last letter in the alphabet) never wrote about “Friday”, I almost did not notice. He thought that such television had long outgrown, came out of these short pants. People 12+ want to have fun like that, and so be it. I personally feel closer to Kultura and Match-TV, you know.

And who is Robinson at this “Friday”? Nikolai Borisovich Kartozia, please love and favor. Author and performer of the most scandalous projects on the former NTV, general director. Winner of many TEFI awards. Composer in his spare time. The smartest person, in fact, reflective. One of the founders of the brilliant documentary “Brodsky is not a poet.” It is important.

So, youth, entertaining – and suddenly Tarkovsky. Suddenly Herman. And, actually, why all of a sudden? It always seemed strange to me that this niche, “non-format”, that is, on this channel you will watch only such a movie (say, American) and no other. Don’t even think! And here – only fighters or only horror films. Here there will be so-called modern humor, from Comedy, and here – exclusively from Ural dumplings, and no nails. Well, here Petrosyan, of course, and “new (already very old) Russian grandmothers.”

I don’t like this kind of specialization. Therefore, I rejoice when NTV shows “Afonya” or “White Sun of the Desert”, and on REN TV all Balabanov. Expands consciousness, you know.

And here is Tarkovsky on Pyatnitsa. Why? I think I figured it out. We are responsible for those we have tamed, right? “Boys and girls,” the “Friday” authorities probably decided, “enough for you to get to know each other, have sex, eat, drink, walk.” Or rather, not only that. There is another life, raise it, feel it. The time is now fateful.

So what? “Think, think, think!” – call on “Friday” their young flock. Tarkovsky, Herman – this is to think, to think. Don’t be simple like an amoeba, simplicity is worse than stealing. The time around is difficult, but it is also necessary to think hard. “Think for yourself, decide for yourself…” – this is how Aronov wrote. Did I understand correctly?

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My favorite column on “Culture” is “XX century”. Here they show the best programs of the past, bygone. A great way to teleport to that beautiful far away that has left us forever. Where does childhood go?

They showed Kinopanorama from 1983. Nothing happened, Eldar Ryazanov just met with Bulat Okudzhava. Here we talked.

I remember 1983 very well. So a year old. Well, they shot down a South Korean plane. For the fourth year there was a war in Afghanistan, about which we were told almost nothing. Andropov was still more alive than dead, someone was being imprisoned all the time. In the center of Moscow, the cops raided the cinemas, fought with parasites. In general, the time is nothing special. But Ryazanov met with Okudzhava, and nothing else mattered.

Eldar Alexandrovich lovingly asked Bulat Shalvovich, treated him so tenderly, and the topic is good – Okudzhava in the cinema. He sang his guitar, so melancholic. Forever. In 1983

And I wanted… Well, it’s just me, never mind. I wanted to send the current time to all the devil in fig, fig and leave, run away, rush off forty years ago. There, where Ryazanov meets with Okudzhava.

I want to close my eyes and be there. No, don’t think, I know how it was then. It’s not like that guys. And stagnation, and dissidents, and the KGB, and endless queues. But there, at the Kinopanorama, Ryazanov met with Okudzhava.

Television gives the great illusion of time travel. Here I am watching Ilyich’s Outpost or I am walking around Moscow, and I am in a thaw. Or “Song of the Year-72” with Rotaru, Tolkunova, Leshchenko, Piekha, Khil, Kobzon, Magomayev – hello, Leonid Ilyich! I travel to the places of my childhood…

For my birthday, they decided to give me an “old TV”, a computer where I could display my favorite programs of the past on the screen. I was frightened, waved my hands: “What are you doing! After all, I will remain there, in the past, and here, in the light of God, I will no longer appear, I will not return. It’s like in the German film Good Bye Lenin!, when the GDR turned into the FRG, the Berlin Wall collapsed, and so that the protagonist’s mother, a devout communist, would not have a heart attack, the children began to play on TV a video from the recent “developed socialism” with the beloved party lord Erich Honecker. I am also such a mother.

But there, in the “Kinopanorama”, Ryazanov met with Okudzhava. It’s enough. Something that will never be.