A country girl heads to Moscow with a few possessions and a duck. When she is hired by a couple determined not to pay union wages, the stage is set for a mini revolution.
She’s a Bolshevik sniper with forty kills to her name. He’s an aristocratic officer in the service of the czar. Let’s just say that this ain’t no romantic comedy. Director Yakov Protazanov goes for grit in this warped fairy tale of the Russian Revolution.
One of my favorite love stories! (What does this say about me?) She’s a sniper with forty kills to her name. He’s an enemy officer who is targeted as her forty-first. One missed shot later, the officer is not dead but a prisoner. Do I even need to say that a dark romance is in the offing? A gritty tale of revolution and class divide, this is a lesser-known picture from the legendary Yakov Protazanov, best remembered today for the pioneering Aelita, Queen of Mars.
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