Pyotr i Alexei

Summary

In the candle-gloom of a Kremlin corridor, a boy with eyes like flint watches the iconostasis tremble under the weight of collapsing certainties. Pyotr i Alexei is no pageant of ermine and sceptres; it is a fever chart of a realm vomiting up its own past. Between the dying sigh of Tsar Alexei’s tubercular breath and the clatter of the young Peter’s toy sabre, the film finds its heartbeat: a Russia gnawing off its beard of medievalism while Europe’s clock already strikes the age of iron and steam. The camera glides past boyars draped in sable, then lands on a child’s muddy heel slamming into a puddle—one splash heralts the birth of empire. Directors Yuri Zhelyabuzhsky and philosopher-novelist Dmitri Merezhkovsky splice ecclesiastical tableaux with proto-Soviet montage: candle smoke becomes cannon smoke; a choir’s drone becomes the forge’s hammer. Leonid Leonidov’s Alexei is a hulking ruin, eyes glittering with both tenderness and premonition; his deathbed confession loops back over silent footage of young Peter dissecting a rook—science murdering miracle. The film ends not with coronation but with the lad alone on a frozen river, hacking at the ice to launch a toy boat: a crude, prophetic ark that will carry Russia toward its paradoxical future.

Synopsis

Film about he childhood of the Russian Tsar Peter I (Peter the Great) and the transition between the reign of his father Alexei and his own.