A corrupt mayor of a remote Russian fishing town (Roman Madyanov) waxes bluntly that “there are a lot of assholes at the bottoms of hills” but if his character proves anything, there are even bigger assholes at the top. He comes across like a Russian version of Toronto’s own Rob Ford – only without the charm.
Another character, the gruff fish-mongering wife of a cop (an excellent Anna Ukulova), muses on men while watching her rambunctious young son, “At first you’re pretty and then they kill you.”
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Andrey Zyaginstev’s Jobian melodrama, Leviathan, is full of these Russian-isms. Bookended by bleak but beautiful seaside photography from Mikhail Krichman shown in perfectly framed shots scored by Philip Glass’ tense minimalist music, the film tells the tale of Koyla (Aleksey Serebryakov – who looks ripped from the stone-cold misery of a Ingmar Bergman film), a man who the mayor, the system, and the church demand be put in his place. His ancestral home has been seized by the government at an unfair price. His wife (a seductively sad and emotive Elena Lyadova) is sleeping with his lawyer and friend (Vladimir Vdovichenkov ). His teenage son (Sergey Pokhodaev) is surly and depressed.
The characters in the film drink, eat, go shooting and screw each other in more ways than one. Continue reading