Bringing Down the House

dir. ???

Opens Fri March 7

Various Theaters

Legendary William (13 Ghosts) Castle knew it best: when it comes to putting butts in seats, you just can't beat a good gimmick. The PIFF conversation dominatrix Russian Ark is far too respectable to ever stoop to the likes of dumping a rubber skeleton in the audience's lap, but there's no denying that its considerable buzz quotient depends solely on one dilly of a stunt; namely, a single 96-minute Stead¯icam shot. Whether this amounts to anything more than an empty high-wire act is open to personal interpretation; however, its technical bravura is impossible to deny.

Requiring a cast of thousands and seven months of rehearsal time, the film chronicles a lucid dreamer's ghostly waltz through St. Petersburg's opulent Hermitage Museum, previously a palace to the Czars. The faceless, perplexed narrator soon meets up with an overbearing 19th Century French nobleman in the same helplessly voyeuristic boat. The unlikely duo then proceeds to trade national and personal musings for the remainder of the running time, as history becomes increasingly unstuck around them. Rulers wither between glimpses, and petticoats and Reeboks soon share the same air. As may be apparent from even a brief synopsis, this film doesn't flirt with pretension as much as slow-dance with it. even those whose knowledge of Russian history stems mainly from Sympathy For The Devil lyrics will find much to savor here, from the wildly inventive premise to the sheer organizational virtuosity required to pull it off.

Director Narrator Aleksandr Sokurov is no stranger to the perpetration of high-minded Art. His most notable prior film, the equally reviled/revered Mother And Son, slowed time to such an infinitesimal, bloated-with-meaning crawl that the final effect was that of peering through a the technical demands here seem to Director Narrator Aleksandr Sokurov is no stranger to the perpetration of high-minded Art. His most notable prior film, the equally reviled revered Mother And Son, slowed time to such an infinitesimal,