15 by young - Collective of 15 directors - 15x13’ - 2012


Produced by Alegria productions and Avantis Promo


 In 1991, the disintegration of Soviet Union was parting many countries that had been brought together by communism. Twenty years later, what has become of the fifteen Republics that were making USSR? Which new things have occurred, out of this world that does not exist anymore? A group of young directors coming from those countries (Armenia, Azerbaijan, Belarus, Estonia, Georgia, Latvia, Lithuania, Kazakhstan, Kirghizstan, Moldavia, Uzbekistan, Russia, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Ukraine) have taken part in an international project, to draw the picture of their generation, filming their family, friends, relationships, and jobs. It is a social, cultural, emotional and political description, which depicts experiences, world visions, and realities lived by dozens of millions of men and women, coming from poorly known countries. How are generations from former soviet world and new ones facing each other? How are changes affecting the lives and minds of young people? How are these societies fitting with the world global village? Directors and authors from all these countries offer their vision, subtle and sensitive.

A swim, by Salomé Jashi (Georgia)

2000 little white houses which form vertical and horizontal lines. Streets are numbered and perfectly identical… Except from a touch of colour: a child is playing in a tiny paddling pool, under a blazing sun. Two teenagers drag along their endless boredom.

The place, by Chinguiz Narynov (Kirghizstan)

The central square of Bichkek, capital city of the former-soviet republic of Kirghizstan. Soldiers who stand guard, scalpers,families walking around. The everyday life in a country that is only twenty years old. On this square, revolution has happened from time to time. Nearly two years ago, dozens of demonstrators and bystanders were killed, in the hope of living a better life.

Sasha and his walls, by Georgy Agadjanean (Moldavia)

Sasha began to work at age 14. He did every job he could, until he became a tattooist. His only outlook is to leave Moldavia to get together again with his wife and son who live in Norway. A life spent struggling to finally live fully.

An expert, by Giedré Beinoriuté (Lithuania)

Eglé is a second-year student in « Sound Design » at the National Academy of Music and Theater. She was born blind. Sound takes in a forest. Studio recordings. In the USSR era, blind people were trapped in their handicap, protected from the harshness of life and concealed from the view of others. Eglé intends to pursue her career without any assistance.

Monstration by Sveta Strelnikova (Russia)

“We have nothing left to tell you”, “Lenin, Mushroom”, “Putin, Crab”… They are thousands of demonstrators on the streets, showing their contempt towards establishment with nonsensical slogans. Outmaneuvering the authorities, the Artiom collective militates in its own fashion : to reason and to protest through the absurd.

Killer, by Liina Paakspuu (Estonia)

Rauno lives in a wooden house he built himself in the Estonian countryside. He built his own sauna as well. He dives naked in the cold water of a pond. A savage, natural life far away from any social life ? Actually, to make his living, Rauno works in a slaughterhouse. He kills lambs, pigs and cows without any second thought. He knows society needs people like him, to discharge themselves from the duty of killing.

Hushbadt, what brings happiness, by Iskandar Usmonov (Tadjikistan)

A small town of Tadjikistan. A young man named Hushbaht – which means “the blessed”. He is 22. Hushbaht’s passion is to plan weddings. He is a local celebrity. He is happy, but now the time has come for him to get married: will the locally famous wedding planner finally found the perfect spouse?

The corn, by Alakbar Aliyev (Azerbaidjan)

Melik is twenty years old, and sells ears of corn on the beach where new-riches sprawl. In the USSR era, his father explains, there was work, and more money… Melik will soon leave to do his military service. After that, he hopes to start a family… and finally do something else that selling ears of corn.

A fight for art, by Andrey Afrin (Uzbekistan)

How can one be a ballerina in Uzbekistan? Does it make sense anymore, in a society where money has replaced state culture? What can become of a society in which Islam, leery of the exhibition of the body, has picked up strength again? The progression of a young prima ballerina, under the attentive eye of her mother, a former dancer who led a brilliant career in the soviet era.

Polina, by Roman Bondarchuk (Ukraine)

Old professor Semion Rybkin has discovered and trained very talented musicians during his entire career. How can he prevent the orchestra to break down again? The answer is Polina. She alredy knows how to play drums, saxophone, trombone and piano. Clarinet and tuba are left to learn. She will become a “one-man band”, capable of replacing those who left.

Fight for, by Andrei Kutsila (Belarus)

In USSR, sport was a state tool of propaganda. Belarus has pursued this tradition but encouraging the building of numerous sporting facilities. Valeri is a judo champion. “Pain vanishes in the fight” he says, “As soon as I get some rest and calm down, pain comes rushing back”.

Director: Andrei Kutsila is hardly thirty years old. In a country were art is under close watch, he impresses by the acuteness and honesty of his vision.

Microbe, by Dzinbtars Dreibergs (Latvia)

Microbe still goes to school, he’s barely fifteen. He’s probably clever, but mostly unruly. He’s a skater. Tirelessly, he repeats the same figures. Tirelessly, he falls. He talks about sex a lot, but doesn’t know how to chat up girls. He smokes, he drinks. And the one day, he’s being picked up unconscious in the street, blind drunk. He promises he’ll never do it again. If he manages.

Kings for sale, by Arman Yeritsyan (Armenia)

“We are three billion Armenians living in Armenia, and there are four billion kings”. This is the motto of two brothers, painting their fellow citizens as kings, with crowns and fur coats. In front of their stall, passers-by stop, recognize themselves in a portrait that could be theirs, and bring home the royal picture.

To Aida, by Yerlan Nurmukhambetov (Kazakhstan)

“Aida, my sunshine ! What you are looking at is the great steppe of the Kazakhs! It is in this very steppe that the story of Kazakh nomadism takes its origins.” He takes me to Astana: “This city was built for you… for your future… The construction of this town only began 10 or 12 years ago. This is the heart of Eurasia…” In which country will Aida grow, between the steppes and the ultra modern city?

Homeland, by Edwin Tromellen (Turkmenistan)

Farid Tukhbatullin and his son are turcomans. They live in exile in Vienna. From Austria, they regularly post on the Internet some short animated films, denouncing the ridiculous megalomania and the escalating dictatorial blunders of leadership of their country.