Tatyana Ustinova plows like dad Carlo

At TVC, Ustinova has a program called My Hero. It comes out from Monday to Thursday, without a break for lunch and for vacation, without stopping. Now it’s summer, it’s hot, everyone is resting, but not Ustinova. She plows like Papa Carlo.

No, of course, I recorded 20-30 programs for the future and relaxes somewhere in my country house. Ustinova is also a person.

This interview is everywhere and with everyone. The characters are very different, presentable and not very presentable, superstars and people widely known in narrow circles. They are illuminated in completely different areas, but all deserve to be the heroes of Tatyana Ustinova.

Does she care? She treats her characters equally kindly. Knows how to listen. No frills, no tricks and no setups. Ustinova empathizes, nods, enters into position. He agrees, but does not tease. “Yes”, “oh”, “uh-huh”, “yeah” are her favorite words, but not parasites, on the contrary, they exclusively support the conversation.

These interviews are not an outstanding event for TV, rather a backdrop. She has a great group, her own style. There’s a trick: friends, relatives, relatives and colleagues develop a conversation, a one-man theater, and say something uplifting about the hero. In these pauses-words there is a style of transmission.

Interview without quirks, without subtexts. There are no lightning-fast intelligent combinations, one-touch passes with clear water, like Berman-Zhandarev (remember those?). There are no pre-prepared thoughtful questions-surprises, like Vladimir Pozner (and he has not been forgotten yet?). There is no sparkling humor, like Ivan Urgant (Vanya, where are you?). In a word, it was not, was not a member, did not participate. Tatyana just sits, nods, listens. She’s all attention.

Yes, also an option. For TVC, despite all its federal character, a local channel will do. Of course, not high fashion, but ready-to-wear, not exclusive, but for masses. Yes, wide and popular.

That’s it, comrades. Only Ustinova remained on TV – to reign, but not to rule. Which does not discredit Ms. writer in any way. She is a pleasant woman in all respects, sociable, her own. She just wants to speak out, cry into her vest. She will listen to everyone, take a liking, warm, assent. Well, what else does a person need?

STATE PRIZE

On OTR again showed the film “Prize”. The play-script was written by Alexander Gelman, staged by Sergey Mikaelyan. And I always watch this movie and am amazed.

What is he talking about? About how the workers refused the bonus, considered it unfair? Fantastic! About the meeting of the party committee, which figured everything out, pointed out, so to speak, bottlenecks?

Nothing of the sort, nothing like that. This is a film about the fact that the Soviet Union is not viable, poke it and it will fall apart. The basis of the economy, on which he stood, was completely rotten to the ground, and it was almost impossible to cure, change something. And this is not a dystopia, not Orwell, not Kafka and not Zamyatin, but, as they say, based on real events.

Let me remind you that the year is 1974, the crown of stagnation. The cinema is absolutely anti-Soviet, inconspicuous, fundamental. The USSR will end soon, they say.

And what? And nothing, in 1977 the “Prizes” awarded the State Prize. Hello, Leonid Ilyich!

How little we know about our country. Yes, cruel, stupid censorship, but come on! And Ryazanov’s films on the same topic, one “Garage” is worth something.

Gelman soon wrote another play – “We, the undersigned”, on which Tatyana Lioznova staged a great film. Struggling with individual shortcomings? No, here it is clear that the Soviet Union has one big drawback. How sad it is for me, for example, a nostalgic person.

The USSR collapsed seventeen years after the Prize. And people have been warned. Nothing helped.

Oh WOMEN!

“If men have their own affairs, they can easily take care of them. I think that our products will be more interesting for women.” To paraphrase this quote from the movie “Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears”, let’s talk about football on TV. On “Match-TV”. Yes, it remains only to swap men and women. Although … in the end you will find out everything.

There would be no happiness. Russia has been expelled from European competitions, you have to stew in your own juice. But what a cup we have now! What a cup!

Its format was changed, many games were made. After each draw match immediately a penalty kick – the winner must be. There is no PAN ID system in the Cup, so there are much more fans in the stadiums than in the national championship. A lot of games means that there is an opportunity to test yourself at a high level for young understudies.

As a result, the prestige, the status of the Cup has grown dramatically, and now winning it is no less a super-task than the gold medals of the championship. But until quite recently, the Cup was looked down upon, it was not quoted at all, the people did not go to it, and the coaches were thinking how not to appoint the main players, to save them for higher goals. If the leaders came out, it was as if they were doing us all, the fans, a huge favor. Now it’s not like that anymore.

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On the “Match” with might and main show the championship of Brazil. “In my Imagination …” – as it is with Boris Zakhoder. I don’t know if we will see the German or Italian championships due to recent events (I’m not talking about England), but Brazil is great!

During covid, the whole world watched only the championship of Belarus (long live the fearless, reckless Old Man!). It’s still a sight, not for the faint of heart. And now Brazil.

Brazilians are the chosen people of football, almost like the Jews. We know them all, from Pele to the very outskirts. And how they accept, process, circle! The ball seems to be tied. We remember our first “Russians”: Robson (Maximka), Markao – “Spartak”. And then there was Mozart (not Wagner). There was also Wagner, who is Love (a balm for the soul of all army men). There was the Hulk and, of course, Malcom. They are all the best of the best.

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“Women are already playing volleyball” (“Seven old men and one girl”). Think you were surprised. They are already playing everything. Don’t you want to play football? And how! We are shown the world championship of the weaker sex (and in fact the strongest) from Australia and New Zealand. What girls! No, among them, probably, there are masculine ones, but I don’t really understand this. But I understand female beauty. O women, how I like you!