Oh, the Seventeen Moments of Spring....
I don't know who made it more - Vyacheslav Tichonov's Colonel Isayev, better known as Max Otto von Stierlitz, or the music of Mikael Tariverdiyev...
Far removed from the 007 movies in so many ways, this Soviet TV series is in so many other ways the same to those raised in the USSR as James Bond movies to the western world.
When asked to describe the plot or the action, I usually say that nothing really happens. For one full TV season nothing really happens - other than the main character's internal monologue.
This is not completely accurate: there are lots of events happening, in fact, there is History taking place right before our eyes. What's more, history is being made right before our eyes - and it sometimes seems it is being made by this one person - this one that is not really doing anything other than thinking. There is not much talking, no stunts that I remember of... there even are dozens of historical inaccuracies in the film - side by side with documentary footage. There are lots of plain blunders. And yet millions and millions of people have watched it hundreds of times. And you know what, it's more than worth it.
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