Au Cinéma

Just saw last night (Thank God Almighty for Netflix!) another new-to-me Russian film, How I ended this Summer, 2010 actually, written and directed by one Alexei Popogrebsky, and perfectly acted by Grigory Dobrygin and Sergei Puskepalis--excellent actors, in a rather depressing but utterly, nay stupendously, excellent movie.  My eyes and throat are still aching from it--Ancient Athenians must've felt like this after a cathartic morning listening to Agamemnon and his cohorts getting their pitilessly just deserts.  But since when did Russian movies become flawless masterpieces?   Does it have anything to do with Russians not being poor any more?