Someone else needs us..

..And now, it seems, it's time to reveal one big, big secret: there is no being in the world more tremulously vulnerable than a critic.

He, the critic, only pretends that he doesn't care about anything and that the devil himself (whether honored or popular) is not his brother, as if he walks with a weighty brush at the ready and mercilessly punishes the directing fraternity right and left, as if he is ready to cut the truth with an unwavering hand and judge the cinematic process impartially, enlightening a multi-million viewer.

The directors shrug it off indifferently. The truth is, the uterus squeals and kicks. The cinematic process goes its own way. And the viewer stubbornly rushes to those films that are considered bad form to mention in a decent critical society.

And it is only thanks to personal courage that the critic does not get into the loop of despair. He writes and writes, he's such a stubborn man. Sometimes the nerves can't stand it, and the critic starts tearing his shirt.: "Who am I to...!"

More often, however, they start tearing a shirt not on themselves, but on a colleague.: "Who do you think you are... Fortunately, our discussion did not spill into this abusive channel, although, of course, there were some mutual attacks, but this is an inevitable component of critical craft.

The general tone turned out to be mostly penitent: well, dear colleagues, we are going too far into journalism, forgetting that cinema is primarily an art: and the history of Soviet cinema tastes like a fake, so it's time to rewrite it: and the freely current film process has been launched; and we are slaves of the film journalism monopoly. Anyway, "we also have individuals in the critical workshop who came out of the forest yesterday."

Well, that's right. And about the "out of the woods" too, alas.

Is it a sad picture? Undoubtedly. And it wasn't the offended directors who painted it — the critics themselves created something like a collective unpleasant self-portrait.

So was it worth it at all? Maybe this whole discussion is for nothing? So its participants periodically pulled themselves together: it was necessary, they say, to do the job, and not to talk about themselves here.

And, you know, it was worth it! The expression "start with yourself" has become so commonplace at one time that it sounds almost vulgar — we have a tendency to wear out both nonsense and the most correct words. However, without a biased self-report, continuous self-awareness, a personality is completely untenable. Especially if you try to judge others...

So we talked together, and it turned out that we look at our profession and "ourselves in it" soberly and responsibly. Isn't that the case?

And along the way, we got an answer to a very important question that secretly worries every writer: well, okay, sometimes we don't hear each other, but the audience-the readers — do they hear us? Do they distinguish our voices in the general hum of the press, which is now so sharp and interesting that it would seem. who needs to read "about cinema"?

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