Remarkable as much for it’s production history and subsequent archival misadventures this is otherwise a decent piece of polemical reportage that provides further evidence - here in a foreign form: the straight documentary - of its Director’s righteous dialectic and crisp grasp of form. Best viewed as a precursor or companion piece to his 1978 BBC play, Nina.
Pointless whining about a serious problem. As a man who had lived most of his life in USSR, Bukoski claims makes me cringe a bit. But the documentary itself is pretty decent and at the time - quite important.
P.S. It was nice to see Tom Stoppard and his belly