Burnt by the Sun

Synopsis: Russia, 1936: revolutionary hero Colonel Kotov is spending an idyllic summer in his village with his young wife and six-year-old daughter Nadia and other assorted family and friends. Things change dramatically with the unheralded arrival of Cousin Dmitri from Moscow, who charms the women and little Nadia with his games and pianistic bravura. But Kotov isn't fooled: this is the time of Stalin's repression, with telephone calls in the middle of the night spelling doom - and he knows that Dmitri isn't paying a social call...
Genre: Drama, War
Director(s): Nikita Mikhalkov
Production: Sony Pictures Home Entertainment
  Won 1 Oscar. Another 3 wins & 7 nominations.
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135 min

You call this early?

Six A.M.!

What a time to come home!

A real kid!

Turn off the light.

What light?


How often do I have to tell

you? Speak Russian!

Your father hiked me in...1901...

Hired, Philippe.

O.K., hired.

Turn on the radio.

...from the workers' leaders

to the man who inspired...

...to the organizer

of our glorious...

You were just a baby...

He wanted me to speak

only French with you.

...the speech by the

USSR State Prosecutor...Comrade Vishinsky.

I've found it.

It's quite astounding,

as your mother used to say.

"Undesirable guests."

So... "Over the past two weeks,

there have been..."

"...in the Moscow area,

severan cases..."




"...of sightenings..."


"...of sudden fireballs."

"These undesirable guests

disappear as fast as it appears..."

As they appear.

"...after causing

considerable damage..."

"...to the agriculture,


"...and even life..."

"...of the workers."


"The direction the fireballs


"...depends on the


"...that is given off..."

"...by nearby abjects."


"...by nearby..."


"These phenomena are


"...the result..."


"...the result of a


"...diversionary operation."


It's me.

I'll do it.




Take that! And that! And that!

Go on! Go on!


That's enough.

The machine is having a rest.

Do the platypus.

The platypus?



Hey, son, stop!

Where's Zagorianka or Zagorienka?

Never heard of it?

There's no such place.

Turn back.

What? Turn back?

You're kidding!

Seven in the morning,

and he's in a hurry!

"I'll wash it for you," she said.

Well, it's only a shirt.

Who knows what might be in it.

"No, no, I'll wash it for you!"

There could be money

in the pocket, or...

...I don't know,

important papers.

Who's there?

Where's Kotov?


- The tanks are here!

- It's early!

- I'm taking my medicine.

- Where is he? Quick!

The tanks are ruining

the wheat!

Turn back, son.

I won't let you do it.

You can crush me,

but not the wheat. Never!

Go back home!

Comrade Kotov!

You have to help us.

The tanks are in the fields.

What tanks?

Our tanks!

You're the only one

who can stop them.

- The only one?

- Yes.

Thank you, old by... really.

It's my only day off.

The tanks...

Obviously, you needed a scapegoat.

They're asking you to come.


Please, Comrade Kotov...

- Come.

- What use is your president?

- He was in a balloon.

- Really?

Yes, the political police

is here, the NKVD.

- And he's shouting.

- Ah...

- He's crying.

- Ah, he's crying...

Only you can help.

Just one day off...

Ah, well. Where are they?

Take the horse.

Can you ride bareback?

After you.

When I think...

My day off...


No more steam bath...

Hi, there!

- What's his name?

- Boy.

Gently, Boy. Gently.

Go on, go. Catch them.

Daddy, where are you going?


I never get any peace.

Only one day off.

No way!

The come and pull Kotov

from his steam bath...

What are you doing?

That's the people's wheat!

I'll drag you into the courts!

What are you doing?

They sowed this wheat! Hey!

- Turn back!

- It's not me!

- What?

- I've got orders.

What orders?

From my commander.

Don't tell me

a nag scares you shitless!

You've lost your mind, moron!

Get lost, or I'll slaughter you!

I'll wipe my ass with you,

Comrade Lieutenant!

- What?

- Attention!

- I'll show you!

- Show me what?

Don't you know me?

Don't you recognize me?

Like this?


You remember now?

Comrade Kotov!

Pull yourself together!

Who's in charge?

- Me...

- Who?

Brigadier Commander Lapine.

Lapine, that swine!

Right. Where's the radio?

What radio?

The field radio!

The planes! Colonel!

Switch on the radio!

The planes! Comrade Kotov!

They're up there.

They don't ruin the fields.

They're so beautiful!

Why aren't you advancing?

I'll tell you why we're not advancing.

What? Who is this?

- This is Santa Claus.

- What?

Sergei Kotov.

Hi, Misha.

- Kotov?

- Exactly.

- It's you, Sir?

- Exactly.

Why are you there?

I'm picking strawberries, pretty boy.


Misha, maybe you want to

take prisoners?

Or drop some bombs?

The lieutenant agrees with me.


You know what, Misha?

Do you remember, me?

Very well, Sir.


Really, Sir.

Listen, tell your tanks to turn back...

...and find something else.

Is that clear?

- Yes, Sir.

- Repeat it.

At your orders, Sir.


What's your name?

Your name. What is it?


No. Sorry. Kolya.


I was a little harsh on you.

Will you forgive me?

Why the stupid smile, Kolya?

Grow your ears a little,

if you want to see the road.


I knew him right away.

About face!

Why didn't you

go back to the house?

You were so coarse!

Who was?

My God!


What are you saying?


Nadya, was I coarse?

I didn't hear anything.

What are you saying?

Come here.

One day, just one day a week...

...to be with my family.

Who told you to disturb me?

Who gave you permission?

What have I done?

He was all wound up, shouting:

"The wheat! The fields!"

"The kolkhoz!"

Why me, Olga Nikolayevna?

I'm not a miller.

It's amazing.

Orders have to be carried out,

my dear.

I'll look for fleas on them.

In fact...

...they can look for them on me.

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Rustam Ibragimbekov

Rustam Mammad Ibrahim oglu Ibragimbekov (Azerbaijani: Rüstəm İbrahimbəyov; Russian: Рустам Ибрагимбеков; born 5 February 1939) is a Soviet, Azerbaijani screenwriter, dramatist and producer, well known beyond his home Azerbaijan and the former Soviet Union. He is the chair of the Cinematographers' Union of Azerbaijan and director of the Ibrus Theatre. more…

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