"Scorching Sun" is also translated as "Poison Sun".
A picturesque summer day in the former Soviet Union during the Stalin period. Meadow, breeze, holidays, festivities, steam baths, dramatic comebacks, little girl-enjoyed "Santa Claus in summer", loud memories of childhood fun. . . . . Joy, everything is full of joy. Only the hands of the woman washing the cup were trembling, and the transparent water kept flowing—in the cup, in the faucet, was the panic because the footsteps of memory were caught off guard, or because the calm order would be broken so clearly?
Then there are the chants and oaths of the vanguard, the first aid drills like a game on the grass. Seriously close to absurd, simple as some jokes. The boat swayed gently in the river grass, the father told the little daughter to love the motherland and be loyal to the motherland and the people forever; the little daughter told her father how much she liked being with him and wanted the family to be together forever.
The returning "Santa Claus" has a nervous smile and a tone of voice. The teenager who left home many years ago is now a man who is always laughing and talking, but his voice scratches the house. He told a story that we, like little girls, could not read. Lies are tangled in a cocoon, and as bystanders, we discover the truth soon after, while the innocent little girl only realizes years later that there is a poisonous moth hiding there.
The conversation continued, life was going on, and the poisonous sun suddenly slid into the home, hovering beside the curtains before taking pictures with the family. There is no music and accompaniment, only the poisonous sun is quietly flying and searching. With the help of vision, the ominous omen has already banged. But no one knows what will happen, except for two men of completely different classes, beliefs, and personalities who love the same woman.
The curtain is always to be lifted. It seems that the man who was forced to leave reported the hatred of his wife, but in the final analysis, it is the unavoidable darkness of the special era. Before his arrest, the fighting hero stared at the photo of himself and Stalin with an indescribable gaze. The fiercest battlefield is in the heart of man.
Father told his family that he was going to the city for a meeting, and everyone said goodbye happily. The black and bright car made the little girl fascinated. With permission, she got into the car, too, and drove whimpering on the arrester's lap. The little girl was about to get off the car at the corner, and she suddenly asked the arrester a fantastic question:
"Have you been to the zoo?"
"What?"
"The zoo."
"Oh, of course."
"Did you run out of the zoo because the food wasn't good?" The
questioned man was dumbfounded, his father laughed out loud, so warm, we almost forgot what was ahead.
The golden wheat waves are overwhelming, and a looming diagonal line is a trail in the wheat field. The child jumped out of the car, and the car slowly drove into the distance. A huge head of Stalin rose little by little with the balloon and stopped above the wheat field. Stalin in the portrait smiled quietly. Thrilling to suffocating scene.
After the revenge, the man cut his wrists and committed suicide. Outside the window is the gray city in the twilight of dawn. Ideals have long been crushed to pieces together with life, and the shadow of the times has shrouded different people.
The family's ending was briefly summed up in two lines on the screen: Colonel Gottov was secretly shot a few days later, his wife and little girl were arrested and jailed, and rehabilitated a few years later. The youngest daughter is now a teacher in a certain school.
He couldn't forget Gotov's calm face when the disaster struck, but he didn't dare to think about the pain underneath. Killed by one's own love and beliefs - scorched by the sun, too aptly named. The film is over, and that era is over. I hope the poisonous sun never appears again.
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