Nikita Ulyanov unwinds the old tape of a topic that almost everyone bypasses with skillful indifference: why does a grown man need striptease at all? Instead of meaningless bravado - honest attempts to understand how home dancing in slippers differs from secular shows with sequins and flimsy reasons.
In "My First Striptease," there's far more domestic awkwardness and anxious thoughts about how not to ruin a relationship than illusions about adult confidence. All of this is presented with trademark irony: it turns out that behind the facade of the science of seduction hides the usual fear of being yourself. In this dance - a little humor, a little sour cream and a little more truth than I would like.
