Alexander Merkul hands the viewer a magnifying glass to examine the comedy in the most mundane routines: be it battles over a clean plate, plastic versus common sense, or partner labor, where everyone seems a stranger among their own. Here, family life is not the warmth of the hearth, but a front of unspoken thoughts and passive-aggressive gifts.
Merkul masters the absurdity of everyday life: whether it is a tour of Kazakhstan with airplane adventures, or an Olympic quest for survival in relationships and social networks. The main toast of the evening is to those who survive in this chaos not for the sake of likes, but for their own sobriety. In the end, his happiness is the ability not to consider everything around meaningless too early, and irony is the only universal law of adults.
The strength is cynical honesty, without too much pathos or fancy garnishes. A play of tired adults, where even pigeons look more successful, and the real struggle is not with the system, but with oneself and endless dishes.
