Extended post for the 1 moment bound to stay: boy on shore at night covering with flimsy red-white beach umbrella, audibly trembling like a noisy solitary crab clicking claws with incipient aggression or with the effort to dig up a warmer hole ;_; ♥ is the image of burgeoning emotive endoskeleton as regular letdowns stiffen the shielded crustacean within. Foreshadows in the earlier recital from Pushkin's grisly poem.
The first shot, the static looking at a tunnel/pipe set in a field made me think. It made me think how pretentious this film was. Those extra lingering seconds added to most scenes in Koktebel are just pure conceitedness on the part of the director. It's a turn-off. Be brave, make the cut. A quality film slow editing does not necessarily make.