Clear case: get in, smash the old man's head with a hammer and get out again. But when Matvey sits across from his father-in-law-to-be, he quickly realises that the ex-cop has smelled a rat... and somehow he can't do it to the nice mother either, spreading the bastard's brains all over the nice floor. One little move escalates things and the two dismember each other. No stone or bone is left unturned... until the doorbell rings.
People often throw terms like "Tarantinoesque" at Kirill Sokolov's film, proving that they have understood nothing. Sokolov's film is a wild-eyed anarcho-study about a society in upheaval, a two-minute punk song with "Cannibal Corpse" lyrics, a punch in the face for all those who love beautiful cinema, squeaky-clean Russian humour paired with bloody beating choreography that will turn the stomach of even practised gore fans... Please watch and learn carefully, Mr Tarantino.
