“ Brilliant performance! What kind of Molochnikov fellow, that conceived and carried out such an important and necessary performance. War, mud, pain, horrors, broken destinies are shown through the prism of a cabaret. The performance leads the entertainer in red - cynical, witty, mocking, cocky, provocative and ruthlessly accurate (bravely to Artem Volobuev, his talent also fell in love with him). In the war, simple guys, yesterday, lifeless houses in the circle of relatives and friends, and today forced to take up arms and go to war, although no one wants to. There are no friends here, but there are no enemies either - a merciless and ruthless war is dragging everyone against the will into the wheel and grinding them. Someone from the war will not return, and those who return will repeat as a mantra that we all need peace, peace, peace. How scary, how much. I cried at the end and decided that I would definitely come back when I survived my impressions. Bravo talented troupe of the Moscow Art Theater!
Lesya
was 07 february on 19.14
“ A wonderful performance, a great play of actors, so hard on the soul of the humane stupidity that leads to all wars. The grieve performance left a huge one.
Elena
was 01 february on 19.14
“ My theatrical January ends in my favorite theater of the Moscow Art Theater named after Chekhov with the play "19.14". The performance of the young director Alexander Molochnikov about the First World War. Despite the fact that the theme of the performance is very serious, the absolutely not serious genre - cabaret was chosen for its realization. There are tables in front of the stage, the numbers 1914 on the red curtain. The name paid off immediately, the lights went out and the performance began exactly at 19:14. The entertainer in a bright red suit comes on the scene and starts joking on “hot topics” and, moving on to the theme of the performance, practically on the fingers explains which alliances were formed during the war. The performance consists of short episodes, fastened by the appearance of the entertainer, who skillfully mocks, teases, entertains the audience, as well as amazingly dancing and singing. Artem Volobuev bravo! In the play, serious sentimental episodes alternate with ridiculous ones. Artists dance, sing, dance, shoot and joker. Many dialogues sneak up to goosebumps from the awareness of the seriousness of what is happening. The final song performed by Viktor Khorinyak, who plays the role of Jean, who managed to return from the war, sounds especially powerful. The song sounds quiet at first, then louder and louder, it cannot end at all, the verses all repeat, picking up the tempo, the voice is already broken and suddenly all is suddenly over. A curtain. And you are sitting unable to realize that everything is over, and only in your head is the Mirmirmirmirmirm spinning ...
Brilliant performance! What kind of Molochnikov fellow, that conceived and carried out such an important and necessary performance. War, mud, pain, horrors, broken destinies are shown through the prism of a cabaret. The performance leads the entertainer in red - cynical, witty, mocking, cocky, provocative and ruthlessly accurate (bravely to Artem Volobuev, his talent also fell in love with him). In the war, simple guys, yesterday, lifeless houses in the circle of relatives and friends, and today forced to take up arms and go to war, although no one wants to. There are no friends here, but there are no enemies either - a merciless and ruthless war is dragging everyone against the will into the wheel and grinding them. Someone from the war will not return, and those who return will repeat as a mantra that we all need peace, peace, peace. How scary, how much. I cried at the end and decided that I would definitely come back when I survived my impressions. Bravo talented troupe of the Moscow Art Theater!
The author of the play Alexander Molochnikov: "Why are there so many diverse works of art about the Second World War every year and almost nothing about the First? What do I know about the First World War, except that it started with the assassination of the Archduke Franz Ferdinand and was the first to use poison gas? What is the Great trench war, about which we know except from Remarque's novel "On the Western Front Without Change"? Perhaps these questions aroused my interest in such an important and, I think, occupying an undeservedly modest place in our memory, a grandiose episode of the history of the twentieth century. However, when I read the pre-war diaries and letters from the inhabitants of the opposing countries, I was more interested in something else: they were all encompassed by the euphoria of the desire to fight, the sense of war as some kind of beautiful adventure that would last very briefly and become an occasion for heroism, struggle with our own complexes and splash Accumulated grievances against "enemies." Today, looking back at a hundred years ago, it's terrible to imagine how quickly these illusions were dispelled, when yesterday's residents of beautiful European capitals were in the trenches for four years, where mud, death and madness prevailed. It seems that mankind constantly forgets that there is nothing more terrible than war, and in the eternal aspiration to romanticise it over and over again comes to the same rake.
In the play we tell the story of several French and German soldiers. Their way - from utopian fantasies, fanatical patriotism, through mutual hatred and the inevitability of destroying each other to complete devastation, the loss of any kind of moral reference points, self-destruction.
But do not think that you will be presented with some kind of didactic pathos full of historical action, a lecture on human cruelty. The story will be told in the genre of cabaret, the master here is entertainer, his only goal is to entertain the audience with songs and funny stories, at least until ... "
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What a stupid, absurd war - neither to give nor take a cabaret.
The beginning of the First World War. The Germans want to fight, for them the war is a valorous adventure, a heroic adventure. The French are also ready. For them, military actions are a series of romantic feats and beautiful victories.
What neither those nor the others expected was the long, painfully prolonged hell in which they walked. The pernicious days of shooting, when those who yesterday played together in football today are mercilessly killing each other. Terrible days of trench wait, when you have to lie in the mud, tolerate lice and diseases and reap, wait, wait ... When is the end?
It is not for nothing that it is said that at the end of the war soldiers often do not remember why they went to her at first. War erases all human, including memory, leaving only a raid of inhuman breath of bloodshed.
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Brilliant performance! What kind of Molochnikov fellow, that conceived and carried out such an important and necessary performance. War, mud, pain, horrors, broken destinies are shown through the prism of a cabaret. The performance leads the entertainer in red - cynical, witty, mocking, cocky, provocative and ruthlessly accurate (bravely to Artem Volobuev, his talent also fell in love with him). In the war, simple guys, yesterday, lifeless houses in the circle of relatives and friends, and today forced to take up arms and go to war, although no one wants to. There are no friends here, but there are no enemies either - a merciless and ruthless war is dragging everyone against the will into the wheel and grinding them. Someone from the war will not return, and those who return will repeat as a mantra that we all need peace, peace, peace. How scary, how much. I cried at the end and decided that I would definitely come back when I survived my impressions. Bravo talented troupe of the Moscow Art Theater!
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A wonderful performance, a great play of actors, so hard on the soul of the humane stupidity that leads to all wars. The grieve performance left a huge one.
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My theatrical January ends in my favorite theater of the Moscow Art Theater named after Chekhov with the play "19.14". The performance of the young director Alexander Molochnikov about the First World War. Despite the fact that the theme of the performance is very serious, the absolutely not serious genre - cabaret was chosen for its realization. There are tables in front of the stage, the numbers 1914 on the red curtain. The name paid off immediately, the lights went out and the performance began exactly at 19:14. The entertainer in a bright red suit comes on the scene and starts joking on “hot topics” and, moving on to the theme of the performance, practically on the fingers explains which alliances were formed during the war. The performance consists of short episodes, fastened by the appearance of the entertainer, who skillfully mocks, teases, entertains the audience, as well as amazingly dancing and singing. Artem Volobuev bravo! In the play, serious sentimental episodes alternate with ridiculous ones. Artists dance, sing, dance, shoot and joker. Many dialogues sneak up to goosebumps from the awareness of the seriousness of what is happening. The final song performed by Viktor Khorinyak, who plays the role of Jean, who managed to return from the war, sounds especially powerful. The song sounds quiet at first, then louder and louder, it cannot end at all, the verses all repeat, picking up the tempo, the voice is already broken and suddenly all is suddenly over. A curtain. And you are sitting unable to realize that everything is over, and only in your head is the Mirmirmirmirmirm spinning ...
“ Brilliant performance! What kind of Molochnikov fellow, that conceived and carried out such an important and necessary performance. War, mud, pain, horrors, broken destinies are shown through the prism of a cabaret. The performance leads the entertainer in red - cynical, witty, mocking, cocky, provocative and ruthlessly accurate (bravely to Artem Volobuev, his talent also fell in love with him). In the war, simple guys, yesterday, lifeless houses in the circle of relatives and friends, and today forced to take up arms and go to war, although no one wants to. There are no friends here, but there are no enemies either - a merciless and ruthless war is dragging everyone against the will into the wheel and grinding them. Someone from the war will not return, and those who return will repeat as a mantra that we all need peace, peace, peace. How scary, how much. I cried at the end and decided that I would definitely come back when I survived my impressions. Bravo talented troupe of the Moscow Art Theater!
“ A wonderful performance, a great play of actors, so hard on the soul of the humane stupidity that leads to all wars. The grieve performance left a huge one.
“ My theatrical January ends in my favorite theater of the Moscow Art Theater named after Chekhov with the play "19.14". The performance of the young director Alexander Molochnikov about the First World War. Despite the fact that the theme of the performance is very serious, the absolutely not serious genre - cabaret was chosen for its realization. There are tables in front of the stage, the numbers 1914 on the red curtain. The name paid off immediately, the lights went out and the performance began exactly at 19:14. The entertainer in a bright red suit comes on the scene and starts joking on “hot topics” and, moving on to the theme of the performance, practically on the fingers explains which alliances were formed during the war. The performance consists of short episodes, fastened by the appearance of the entertainer, who skillfully mocks, teases, entertains the audience, as well as amazingly dancing and singing. Artem Volobuev bravo! In the play, serious sentimental episodes alternate with ridiculous ones. Artists dance, sing, dance, shoot and joker. Many dialogues sneak up to goosebumps from the awareness of the seriousness of what is happening. The final song performed by Viktor Khorinyak, who plays the role of Jean, who managed to return from the war, sounds especially powerful. The song sounds quiet at first, then louder and louder, it cannot end at all, the verses all repeat, picking up the tempo, the voice is already broken and suddenly all is suddenly over. A curtain. And you are sitting unable to realize that everything is over, and only in your head is the Mirmirmirmirmirm spinning ...