Deaf Crocodile Films: Zerograd (1988) - Reviewed

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The cinema of Russian film director and Mosfilm chairman Karen Shakhnazarov is almost chameleonic in content, form and themes across the moviemaking board.  Starting out in the musical subgenre with Jazzmen and Winter Evening in Gagra before making a jump to the coming-of-age adolescent dramedy Courier, no two Shakhnazarov pictures are alike and play wildly with the conventions to storytelling.  For as much of the director’s checkered and diverse filmography has begun to crop up on Mosfilm’s channel, usually in 4K resolution, one which is only getting stateside recognition now (thanks to the folks at Deaf Crocodile Films and their mission to excavate old and new Russian classics) is the 1988 Kafkaian surrealist satire Zerograd or Zero City depending on the translation.

 
Something of a Russian O Lucky Man! which makes sense considering Shakhnazarov’s eventual casting of Malcolm McDowell in the equally strange The Assassin of the Tsar, Zerograd follows local Moscow engineer Varakin (Leonid Filatov) who arrives in a nameless mysterious town for an appointment only to find a nude office secretary and a factory manager oblivious to the fact his own chief engineer has been missing for years.  Simply wanting to return home to Moscow after the time wasted, he makes a pit stop at a hotel restaurant devoid of customers before the waiter brings out a cake made to look like his own head with an ultimatum that he eats the bizarre dessert or the chef will commit suicide.  Later still his misadventures lead him to a wax museum encompassing Russian history including but not limited to an American rock n’ roll relic, political intrigue and elements of a whodunit thrown into the mix.
 
Posited alongside Shakhnazarov’s The Assassin of the Tsar and Full Moon Day, Zerograd is a dissertation of Soviet history through the fractured prism of anachronism and surrealism, dealing in the abstract while grounded by a punctuated satire of contemporary Russian life.  Unfolding like a science-fiction horror nightmare that’s at once goofy and otherworldly yet faintly familiar, Zerograd is equal parts Lindsay Anderson and Terry Gilliam with its increasingly peculiar episodic vignettes that drift through space and time loosely that eventually coalesce into a whole.  As we join with Varakin down an infinitesimal rabbit hole with shadowy bureaucratic figures and elements of a murder mystery, the film becomes an absurdist satire highlighting the at-the-time strangeness with the transitioning sociopolitical landscape.

 
Co-written by frequent Shakhnazarov collaborator Aleksandr Borodyansky, aided by ornate and formally composed cinematography lensed by Courier director of photography and boasting a pulsating electronic score by legendary composer Eduard Artemyev, Zerograd joins such surreal Russian masterworks as Kin-dza-dza!, Heart of a Dog and Khrustalyov, My Car!  Quirky, phantasmagorical, grotesque, funny, lewd and painted with broad brushstrokes, Zerograd is something of a labyrinthine netherworld that somehow exists out in the open, a snarky assessment of the shifting soil of then Soviet Union.  Not completely unlike Tarkovsky’s Stalker in theory, it presents a maze for us to lose ourselves in before gradually converging to a singular idea of trying to find one’s identity in a strange time to be living in Russia.
 
Performance-wise, Zerograd boasts a notable ensemble cast including but not limited to Courier costar Oleg Basilashivili, Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears director Vladimir Menshov and Sukiny deti star Leonid Filatov as the film’s hapless protagonist who finds himself as lost as we.  Mostly though, this is a director-driven picture involving extravagant and bizarre set pieces, a wax museum seemingly comprised of real people, the aforementioned cake head and anachronistic transposition of Rock Around the Clock by Bill Haley & His Comets, making this a most peculiar smorgasbord of targets for social satire.  Seen now, the film is a testament to the shifting social mores of when it was made as well as a sign of themes to come in the director’s emerging filmography. 

 
Originally submitted to the Academy Awards for Best Foreign Language Film despite not being accepted, Zerograd like most of Shakhnazarov’s works flew under the radar of western filmgoers unaccustomed to the regional satire being depicted therein.  In the years since, however, as Mosfilm has sought to bring Shakhnazarov’s enigmatic and multidimensional filmography to a more global following compounded with the efforts of Deaf Crocodile Films and their new 2K restored limited edition blu-ray release, Zerograd now has a chance to be seen more widely and assessed as a signature example of Russian film surrealism.  If nothing else, it represents a great entry point into what would or wouldn’t become the director’s next two movies The Assassin of the Tsar and Full Moon Day.  Another finely tuned masterpiece from one of Russia’s greatest living directors.

--Andrew Kotwicki