The level of frankness in modern cinema cannot be measured even with the most powerful meters. The concentration of debauchery in cinemas is off the charts even if Sunday masses are held there. Every step to the Olympus of popular cinema, where most aspiring actors strive, is covered with magazine covers with their shameful photos.
Unsuccessful takes during the filming of popular films are easily edited into porn films. The world’s largest film studios seem to have entered into a secret agreement to unite under the Sodom and Gomorrah Corporation brand, which is establishing its shameful dictatorship throughout the world.
And in this vulgar time, like a fragile flower, Nana Dzhoradze’s film “My Mermaid, My Lorelai” breaks out from under the asphalt. This domestic film will be released on April 16. It tells the story of a port prostitute who truly falls in love with a guy. The latter, in turn, also experiences a bright feeling for the girl. Their sincere and pure relationship proves that one kiss can be worth more than months of casual sex.
While popular cinema promotes the idea that “you can’t ruin friendship with sex,” this film focuses on such currently unpopular qualities as shyness and the mysteriousness of teenage feelings.
Many people complain about the disastrous low artistic level of this picture. Of course, the message about pure feelings does not justify numerous punctures of the tape. However, the very fact of the release of “…Lorelai” is like a sedative pill for the overexcited regulars of our cinemas.