Director
Mstyslav was known in Kyiv. In 1991, when Ukraine gained independence, Mstyslav was so inspired that he grew a traditional Ukrainian mustache and went to streets with songs about Ukraine. He was screaming his songs for more than 20 years. He was singing badly, but from the bottom of the heart. In those songs, the enemies of Ukraine were dying in terrible torments. He was badly adapted, unprotected and sincere. He got coins from passers-by, threats and insults from cops and lumpens. On “weekends” he used to drink, read, stroll around, take part in patriotic song contests, travel across Ukraine and dream of being a movie star. After he died, it became clear that his life wasn’t schizophrenia but the beauty and the truth.
Director
The story of a small hairdressers on the outskirts of Kyiv, which goes into repairs to get rid of Soviet aesthetics. The place is still open while under construction. The staff are saving the furniture from the dust using depreciated historical artifacts, the flags of the Orange Revolution. The visitors come hoping to leave the place with a new image and share absurd stories of their lives. Nobody doubts these confessions, same as nobody notices the chaos, noise, and construction dust.