Gleb Aleynikov
1966 (60 лет)
Офшорные резервы
Aleksandr Dulerayn, Jamie Bradshaw
Dmitry Troitsky, Maggie Macmillan
The head of the American humanitarian organization has a serious problem. She is "narcotic" dependent on American dollars. The psychoanalyst advises her to leave the States. Hannah arrives in Moscow. And he heads the humanitarian fund. Her foundation imports chicken legs to Russia. When checking another large batch of chicken legs, Hannah discovers that the chicken legs are infected with a dangerous virus. Her Russian counterpart offers her $ 1,000,000 in cash so she can give permission to import chicken legs to Russia. Hannah physiologically cannot refuse such an amount. But she cannot live on, becoming a bribe taker. And then a mental transformation takes place with her...
The Offshore Reserves
Дзенбоксинг
Gleb Aleynikov, Aleksandr Dulerayn
Dmitriy Pevtsov, Ignat Aleynikov
How to defeat a warrior who has not yet been born, if you have already died? Trendy style, paradoxical language, paranormal phenomena, ancient China, black humor, the Internet, love, kickboxing fights - the real magic of ZENBOXING.
Zenboxing
Жестокая болезнь мужчин
Gleb Aleynikov, Igor Aleynikov
Under a score of abbreviated drones and freeform woodwinds, the Aleinikov brothers cut together a series of images, found and made, that look unfailingly bleak, industrial or both bleak and industrial: disused factories, clunky utilitarian machinery, strings of unsettlingly young violinists, old-timey group portraits with everyone's eyes scratched out. Interspersed are less overtly sinister but somehow eerier snatches of action, like a circling brood of crude stop-motion mice or a bunch of little wooden people chopping wood and sawing logs, all differently affected by the vagaries time and the physical world foist onto film stock. (Text by Colin Marshall)
Cruel Illness of Men
Революционный этюд
Gleb Aleynikov, Igor Aleynikov
I know these were glasnost days, but still, I'm a little surprised filmmakers were out there doing stuff like this. There's nothing overtly anti-communist in this piece, but it ain't what you'd call respectful, 'neither. The brothers Aleinikov lay turgid governmental speeches about "the rearing of a new man" under footage of dudes goofing around in space-alien costumes, they roll footage of apple-cheeked future Stakhanovites upside down and backwards, they crudely animate -- in a certain South Parkian way -- CCCP icons in a goofy manner. Good, clean fun. (written by Colin Marshall)
Revolutionary Sketches
Я холоден, ну и что?
Gleb Aleynikov, Igor Aleynikov
The piece presents a series of bizarre tableaux, many involving cinematic voyeurism, blurring of the living-dead borderline and a healthy amount of stabbing, of oneself and of others. A catatonic fellow gets costumed as a ghoul; a literal tree-hugger, ecstatic in his arboreal embrace, gets stabbed; a bespectacled fellow with a Bolex-y camera goes around documenting it all. (Written by Colin Marshall)
I'm Cold. So What?