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            [Tsvetik-semitsvetik, 1948] and Lone White Sail [Beleet parus odinokii, 1937] as it
            does Barnet, whose charms are usually more energetic.
              The hero is a poet who joins the Revolution, while his best friend, also a poet,
            joins the Whites. In fact, the film’s theme is the usefulness of artists in a revolution,
            no matter  which  school they  belong  to. When several  painters working on
            propaganda pictures start to argue about the styles of Picasso, Matisse and Repin,
            an old revolutionary (played by a Barnet regular, Kryuchkov) steps in and brings
            everyone to agreement. Cubist or realist, he urges, the important thing is to give us
            great works (at a distance of twenty-five years, the scene is a rebuttal of a similar
            one in Chiaureli’s Out of Our Way [Khabarda, 1931]). The rhetoric is typical of this
            period of the Twentieth Congress (also reflected in Donskoi’s remake of The Mother
            [Mat’, 1956], Alov and Naumov’s  Pavel Korchagin [1957], Raizman’s  The
            Communist [Kommunist, 1958]; and in the ‘unchained camera’ demonstrated by
            Sergei Urusevsky as cinematographer on such films as Chukhrai’s The Forty-First
            [1956], Kalatozov’s The Cranes Are Flying [Letyat zhuravli, 1957] and his later I
            Am Cuba [Ya Kuba, 1963]). Here, shots that last longer than usual and interrupted
            camera movements evidence a somewhat feeble attempt  at  lyricism. Barnet  is
            more interested in staging relationships within the frame, and produces striking
            spatial effects: a courtyard in which the arms of the discontented bourgeoisie are
            requisitioned, the hovel where the poet lives, a couple of chase sequences. In the
            poets’ soirée at the beginning of the film–where we first meet some of the characters
            who will appear later, as they perform before a mixed audience of smug bourgeois,
            vociferous members of the rabble and soldiers, and which a revolutionary patrol
            further disrupts–Barnet  arranges yet another of  his meetings of disparate
            elements from which fiction can develop in all its complexity. Later, the hero is
            rescued  from a  firing squad by  the girls we saw  in the poets’ club, now
            camouflaged as a happy wedding  party,  playing music  and  singing before
            disarming the soldiers.
              This is a picaresque view of the Revolution, enhanced by the careful use of
            colour  (in  this  case, muted  shades of blue,  grey, pink, ochre) which  also
            distinguishes The Wrestler and the Clown–Barnet’s best-known film, justifiably, of
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            this period (for which reason I will not discuss it here).  The challenge of taking
            over a film begun by another ultimately made The  Wrestler and  the Clown an
            almost perfect film. On the other hand, Barnet’s most carefully prepared project,
            Annushka [1959], left him strangely cold. Perhaps because his films have less to
            do with families than with wanderings, and reflect little nostalgia for that type of
            community, melodrama–and Annushka, centring on motherhood and the desire
            for a home, is that–remains alien to Barnet’s film-making.
              Better to pass on, for Alyonka [Alenka, 1961] and Whistle-Stop [Polustanok,
            1963], Barnet’s two last films, once again display his stronger qualities. The credits
            of Alyonka appear over a  long aerial shot of fields both  green  and gold, which
            closes in on a road busy with lorries carrying corn. Cut to a close-up of a child
            watching the lorries. Reverse angle: wide shot of the lorries. The child again. The
            same wide shot, in which she now comes closer to the unbroken stream of traffic,
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