Of course, competitors in the literal sense of "Major" and the "ordinary woman" are quite difficult to call. Still, pop superhit and indie rocker release to each other completely uneven. However, the series Boris Khlebnikov has his trumps.
First of all, of course, famous actors who have received very peculiar roles. Anna Mikhalkova, for example, plays a pregnant woman to a third child, who, wanting to give the family all the best, holds a brothel. With her slippery business, the Heroine Mikhalkova is headed in reasonable clothing from the mass market and without the use of a lexicon, which can be appropriate in the sphere of puments. Even the mattress with the corpse inside the woman is lucky on the roof of his SUV with a calm face.
Evgeny Grishkovets, in turn, reincarnated in the husband of the main character, a typical Russian man of middle-aged years, infantile, chopping mamienexian son, who nevertheless changes the pregnant wife. And the luxurious output of Tatiana Dogileva. With corporate scale, the actress of the old school Soviet filmmaker plays the mother-in-law, generously gifted by tyranny and intrigue. Add to this acting youth, which is quite well coped with the characters of varying degrees of moral deformity, and it will turn out exactly what can look very advantageously among the moralization projects about the difficult history of Russia.
The series has already dubbed our version of the American hit "To all grave", although the comparison looks slightly contrived. Against the background of the achievements of Boris Khlebnikov, the director "arrhythmia", "long happy life" and other demonstration drams, "ordinary woman" looks quite medium. Nevertheless, reasons for kitchen reasoning about the local specific feminism, noticed rather not on the principles, but on unprincipledness, in the series even more than wrinkled strong expressions.
You can argue about the new "major", just say, not to infinity. In the third season there is everything that this series has fallen in love with, that is, stone faces, jokes, sounding like shots, and, of course, Paul Priluchny, whose hero is becoming more brutal. On a Ponte Motorcycle, in a leather jacket and with the determination of superman. There is a suspicion that all of the listed terribly annoys those who "major" passions, expressing modern tongue, have not visited.
So beer: indie rocker release or pop hit? Detective in blurry tones or glossy blockbuster? There is a suspicion that the cooler "Ivanov and Ivanov". Perhaps many are shy to a confession in such a choice, but you need to discard the false shame and report to declare: "Ivanov" are very funny. And the third season in a row.