Two comrades who had once arrived in Moscow at the beginning of the heyday of wild capitalism, in their own way, succeeded well in life. One works in a bank for $100 and the entire security system is based on him, including encryption programs. Another ascetic hacker, mired in connections with criminal elements, earns multiples of large sums per hour by hacking the mentioned solutions, while randomly having fun during his breaks by meeting different people and buying up unclaimed real estate. A coincidence of circumstances brings them together again - they need to crack a special code, which, as it turns out, belongs to the author of an old friend. In fact, the entire further line is built around this contradiction. Suddenly, the hacker who remembered the principles turns out to be not very far in "everyday issues" and, as a result, does not take into account what such a spontaneous refusal of a previously taken expensive adventure could lead to in especially troubled times.
The film does not pretend to be any truly serious reflection of computer specificity; later, perhaps, only "Halt and Catch Fire" (2014-2017) will somehow succeed, if we talk about a close time segment. A demonstration of the era itself as a whole in various subtleties may be present, in the context of the hustle and bustle of life, such as around the bohemian party of Moscow, but in exactly the same way what is happening can only be called a chaotic bacchanalia, divorced from actual reality, the less than one and a half hour running time of which is diluted with numerous flashbacks in the seventies and which is not particularly interesting to watch. Personally, I am inclined to the second.
The film does not pretend to be any truly serious reflection of computer specificity; later, perhaps, only "Halt and Catch Fire" (2014-2017) will somehow succeed, if we talk about a close time segment. A demonstration of the era itself as a whole in various subtleties may be present, in the context of the hustle and bustle of life, such as around the bohemian party of Moscow, but in exactly the same way what is happening can only be called a chaotic bacchanalia, divorced from actual reality, the less than one and a half hour running time of which is diluted with numerous flashbacks in the seventies and which is not particularly interesting to watch. Personally, I am inclined to the second.
