Film

Burnt by the Sun

Name: Burnt by the Sun
Genre: Drama
Released: 1994
Cast: Oleg Menshikov, Nikita Mikhalkov, Ingeborga Dapkūnaitė, Nadezhda Mikhalkova, Vyacheslav Tikhonov

A Stalinist purge disguised as a lazy country weekend. Nikita Mikhalkov's Oscar-winner luxuriates in sunlight, samovars and childhood games before letting the terror seep in through the cracks. It's gorgeous and unhurried, then quietly devastating — a film that trusts you to feel the noose tightening without ever raising its voice. For anyone who wants history delivered as heartbreak, not lecture.

TMDb rating

6.9

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