Polina Radkovets

"Closing" is a film almanac made up of nine verses. Instead of a rap beat, there is beer, rain, a beach, a zoo, random conversations, and a city that lives its own life. These are not stories with a beginning and an end, but statements written into the rhythm of the festival, where cinema becomes a way to be together and a way to be alone. Any almanac is a film cypher: everyone goes to the microphone, says their piece, and leaves, leaving room for someone else. "Closing" is exactly that: a collection of voices in which you can hear laughter, fatigue, love, and meaninglessness. This is a film about how cinema closes the day and opens the night.

Without work, without a dream, alone. A searching soul can so easily create an idol for itself. The crystal image of which usually inevitably crumbles into grains of sand of unfulfilled expectations. Grisha and Andy on the same stool of charm or disappointment.

Kir builds his own rotary DJ mixer. Grandfather Grigo is exalted by the surge of ambition from his past. The knot of insecurity clenching inside him loosens as his comrades allow themselves to simply live, mixing Tchaikovsky and rap.