TRI
BRATA
Three Brothers
Kasachstan,
Japan, 1999, 77 Minutes
Director: Serik Aprymov
Cast: Kasim Zhakibaev, Shakir Bilalov, Aibar Temenov
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Three
brothers live in a tiny hamlet near a railway line. The brothers
and their friends often go to the railway station to visit an
old man named Klein, who organises the few trains that use this
line. Klein tells them about a marvellous lake behind the mountains
where he has sometimes transported the officers from the nearby
military base. The place is exquisitely beautiful, he continues,
and the women who live by the lake are enchanting – but expensive.
It costs no less than 100 US dollars to spend a night with any
of them. Klein’s descriptions sound highly tempting to the three
brothers and their friends decide that they simply must go and
see the fabulous lake, no matter what costs. Naturally, they
will need to find the money first. Their initial attempt to
earn some cash by selling stolen water melons fails miserably,
so instead they attack the father of one of the boys in their
gang who works as a cashier. They return to Klein, having stolen
all the money entrusted to the boy’s father. Klein, however,
refuses to take the boys to the lake, telling them it’s ‘top
secret’ and unattainable for them. When the boys refuse to take
no for an answer, he suggests a test of courage. However, every
single one of the boys – with the exception of little six-year-old
Chibut – manages to pass the test. Shortly afterwards, Klein
is called away to the military base and the boys make use of
his absence to board one of his locomotives and set off for
the lake on their own, leaving only Chibut behind. Afraid of
what might happen, Chibut runs off to find Klein and tells him
what the other boys have done. Klein is horrified, because the
trains he shunts up and down the line are used as targets by
the army. And, as for the lake – he simply invented it! Klein
and Chibut set off on a desperate mercy dash to stop the boys.
But it could well be too late . . .
