The greatest movie ever!

I cannot think of one single thing that I would change about this film. The acting is incomparable, the directing deft, and the writing poignantly brilliant.

Easily the biggest piece of Right wing non sense propaganda I ever saw.

The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.

The German clothing supplier sends his distribution guy Kroll, now divorced from Katja Riemann, to streamline the company operation in Kemerovo in Siberia. There Kroll finds the locals operating out of a market stall and he and the film are sidetracked, when he hears throat singer Men and follows her to her home community, shedding his hang ups in the process. We get a gay translator, Agro ex-husbands, steam baths, a sanctified Balalaika and Shaman ceremonies Handsome film which is unable to redeem it's central cliché, despite the talent and skill deployed.