The Fatal Eggs

If you've read the work, expect the worst disappointment. A disaster unless one imagines it was just produced by Netflix or Walt Disney, or a perverse combination of both, which would explain the silly, joking tone. A contemporary remake would reward it, as was done with Anora (2024), which romanticizes the escorts who dance in nightclubs but have the feminine determination to insist on being supported by a millionaire teenager who doesn't even know how to change his socks, but whom they married. Is Bulgakov's original work satirical? Yes, in substance, not in form. The irony was never in the way the story was told as if it were a comic, but in the caricature that developed as the plot unfolded of the Bolsheviks' blind fanaticism following the discovery of the life ray, which caused the growth of amoebas and animals threatening Moscow. Ray that was baptized in the original work as red ray by the magazine and newspaper writer Alfred Bronsky (the one who follows him to interview him and asks him "Is it true that in two days you can get 2 million caviar tadpoles?"). Anyway, why the ridicule of Sanya in the hospital? Why the farce - exaggeration of comedy - of Mikjail Semenovich who doesn't even remember that it was he who put Alexander Semenovich Rokk behind bars? It's paradoxical that a very short novel of only 12 brief chapters is made into a two-hour feature film, but when you watch it in its entirety, you understand why it was filled with banalities foreign to the original work, for example, having Persikov awaken from a night of pleasure with a girl and others, like Persikov's first encounter with Alexander Semenovich must have included a monologue or some other device to make evident how antiquated the way of dressing and living is. by Alexander Semenovich, manager of the Krasny Luch State Farm, so that the difference that Persikov noticed of at least a decade would be noticeable. It's true that Bulgakov himself curtailed his work or self-censored and removed the original ending in which the vermin and enormous animals arrive in Moscow, but that doesn't mean it's so light that it seems like Jurassic Park. But when I consider that a critique of the interwar period wouldn't be feasible today, I can only laugh at the impact it could have had and the mockery that Bulgakov's subtext became in this work.