It is sorely tempting to bill Day Watch as Russia's answer to The Matrix, but despite the film's impressive energy and vision it is too incoherent to deserve the title.
The premise is that the population of Moscow is peppered with vampires - both good and evil - who live in an uneasy truce. It is the job of the Day Watch to patrol the streets and make sure the blood-sucking does not get out of hand.
Like all sci-fi, it is set in a world with different rules to our own. The problem here is that these rules, if they are explained at all, are made clear only after they become relevant to the characters' fates.
The film is, therefore, stuffed with deus ex machina moments. The hero, played by a dogged but charismatic Konstantin Khabensky, will be running for his life when suddenly he makes a miraculous escape by leaping into an advertising billboard, which, it turns out, acts as a portal to a train station.
Or the good guys will be bracing themselves for a head-on collision with a speeding truck only for their vehicle to turn out to be pretty much invincible.
Or all will apparently be lost only for a character to deploy a hitherto unused gadget that freezes time, allowing the hero to save the world.
And the conclusion, although neat, falls into the "... and it was all a dream" category that my creative writing teacher cautioned me against using when I was nine.
Despite natty special effects and charming Russian quirks, it would have been a tall order to suspend disbelief for 90 minutes, let alone the 140 minutes shown here. It is an interesting cultural experience, but as a film it is deeply flawed.
The premise is that the population of Moscow is peppered with vampires - both good and evil - who live in an uneasy truce. It is the job of the Day Watch to patrol the streets and make sure the blood-sucking does not get out of hand.
Like all sci-fi, it is set in a world with different rules to our own. The problem here is that these rules, if they are explained at all, are made clear only after they become relevant to the characters' fates.
The film is, therefore, stuffed with deus ex machina moments. The hero, played by a dogged but charismatic Konstantin Khabensky, will be running for his life when suddenly he makes a miraculous escape by leaping into an advertising billboard, which, it turns out, acts as a portal to a train station.
Or the good guys will be bracing themselves for a head-on collision with a speeding truck only for their vehicle to turn out to be pretty much invincible.
Or all will apparently be lost only for a character to deploy a hitherto unused gadget that freezes time, allowing the hero to save the world.
And the conclusion, although neat, falls into the "... and it was all a dream" category that my creative writing teacher cautioned me against using when I was nine.
Despite natty special effects and charming Russian quirks, it would have been a tall order to suspend disbelief for 90 minutes, let alone the 140 minutes shown here. It is an interesting cultural experience, but as a film it is deeply flawed.
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