Burnt
by the Sun
Distributed by:
Sony Pictures Classics
Released: May 1994
Country: Russia
The
title Burnt by the Sun brings to my mind
the Greek myth of Icarus. Icarus’s
father Daedalus was the Wilber/Orville Wright of his mythical generation and
created wings that would allow humans to fly.
Icarus was the guinea pig for the flying machine, but Daedalus warned
Icarus not to fly too close to the sun. Icarus got full of himself and did in fact fly with too much
altitude, causing the wax holding the wings in place to melt (the gods know where Daedalus got his engineering degree). Icarus’s wings came undone and he had to make
an emergency landing in the Hudson River.
Or worse.
In
Burnt by the Sun, our Icarus is
Sergei Kotov, a colonel in the Red army sometime in the 1930’s. Kotov, we learn early on, is a kind-hearted
bear of a man, a hero of the Soviet Revolution, and a good party man. While on a vacation in the country, he takes
it upon himself to intervene on behalf of local peasant farmers to stop an army
commander from using their farm as a practice arena for the his tanks. Kotov returns to his vacation dacha, spending
time with his young pretty wife Marusya, his little daughter Nadya (who has
him wrapped around her finger), and Marusya’s eccentric family. Kotov further displays his easy-going nature,
vacationing with the family of weirdos and taking it all in stride.
Luckily, Icarus never had to answer to the NTSB |
Kotov’s
goodwill is tested, however, when who should pop in during the vacation but
Marusya’s ex-boyfriend! Like Owen Wilson
in Meet the Parents, all the family
knows and loves Dimitri and thought Marusya should have married Dmitri
years ago. (“Why didn’t you?!”) But unlike the Owen Wilson/Teri Polo
relationship in that movie, the reason Dimitri didn’t marry Marusya had to do
with the fact he was an enemy of the Red Army and sort of “disappeared” for a
while once the Soviets took over. And so
though Ben Stiller really kinda liked Owen Wilson and even would go on to do
several other projects with him, the viewer gets the feeling Colonel Kotov is
never really going to warm up to his
wife’s old flame.
Burnt by the Sun
portrays a bucolic Soviet Union, a great place to own a little cottage out in
the country and hang out in the off-season.
That’s great for an Old Guard buddy of Stalin, but Dimitri’s reason for
coming is mysterious and certainly seems like it could potentially ruin Kotov’s
vacation. Dimitri plays piano, jokes
with the family, and makes nice with little Nadya, but we get the sense early
on he is full of Bolshevik. I won’t go
further than that.
Kicked his ass in the Revolution and still her dad likes him better! |
The plot does tend to drag a bit here and there, but I found the complexity
of the characters to be what makes the film work. The potential love triangle brings a fair amount
of suspense, and some of the best moments of the film are the scenes of Kotov
and the daughter who adores him (Kotov is played by Nikita
Mikhalkov, who also directed; his daughter is played by his real-life daughter
Nadya). Kotov likely sees
himself as of the people and a man of importance, buying into the Marxism of the Revolution
and believing in the goodness of Communism.
But being a friend of Stalin in the 1930’s was a little like flying a
little too close to the sun. And for
Kotov, there may not be a Hudson (with Moscow on it or otherwise) for him to
land in.
The Title: Utomlennye solntsem. Literally, “Wearied by the sun,” a lyric from
a Russian song written in the 1930’s and featured in this film. I think “Burnt” works better.
The Culture: In the Soviet Union, if you were a government
bigshot like Kotov, the government might give you a nice little dacha to have
as a second home. It certainly seems pleasant
enough.
Colonel Kotov and Nadya |
Best Picture that year: Forrest Gump
Rating: Mikhalkov made a sequel to this in 2010. It is considered the biggest bomb in the
history of Russian cinema. Why they made
that film, I don’t know. This one stood
out well enough on its own. Worth
seeing, if not an outstanding movie.
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