I had just watched the 8th segment of The Sixth (Shestoy) on YouTube when I laid back on my Lazy-Boy, thinking what a pathetic excuse of a movie that is, with no redeeming social or artistic value that I could think of so far. I’ve watched a few other Easterns, but none that were this lacking in anything that would fascinate.
I must have slept longer than my usual 20-minutes, because I was extremely groggy when I was awakened by the phone. And I had been dreaming. I was right in the middle of a dream, where I was leading a group like Sergei Nikonenko’s in a situation where I might have to deal with violent enemies who would take the stuff entrusted to us. I swear, there were some of the same people from that movie with me.
Ack! If an anti-commie like myself has to subconsciously identify with a Soviet militia leader, why couldn’t it be in a better movie than this one?
OK, now that I’ve said that, I’ll watch the 9th and final segment. Not right away, though.