About art.
When, during the Perestroika period, a multitude of so-called "shelf" films were released, I watched them and became terribly nostalgic for the Soviet artistic councils. How they were criticized in the new era! But it turned out that, in essence, these artistic councils created the level of art that we still remember when watching "old Soviet films." What from those same "shelf" films turned out to be a masterpiece? Well, nothing, essentially. About 90 percent is complete mediocrity, and the rest is just "interesting to watch," nothing more. Only a few films (like Intervention) became a discovery. And that's it. And what do we have now? There are no artistic councils, but mediocrity is being shoved down our throats.
And all the so-called Soviet film masterpieces, for the most part, are naive, rosy-colored garbage, where not the real state of affairs is shown, but only the ideologically verified opinion of Soviet censors on a particular issue.