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Director - Ian Pons Jewell
DOP - Mauro Chiarello
Producers - Jon Adams & Sasha Bevka
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Prod Design - Robin Brown
Art Director - Evheniy Popovichenko
Costume Designer - Ameena Kara Callender
Choreographer - Charlie Mayhew
Make Up - Marta Skalska
Editor - Tobias Suhm
VFX Supervisor - Dan Williams
Colourist - Alex Gregory
Sound Design - Tim Harrison @ Aumeta
Song mastered - Dave Kutch
Post-producer + Cast coordinator - Emmanuelle Le Chat
1st AD - Dennis Sonin
2nd AD - Vadim Yuzba
PM - Julia Sotnikova
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Chaperone - Andrew Birch
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1st AC/Focuspuller - Sergey Kolesnik
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AC cam B - Vitaliy Topchiy
Phantom OP - Dmytriy Grymalskiy
Steadicam - Max Salo
GRIP
Dolly - Artem Pilipchuk
Dolly - Valeriy Legosha
CRANE
Crane - Serhiy Subota
LIGHT CREW
Gaffer - Leo Sidorenko
Key Grip - Oleg Egorov
Chief Electric - Anrew Gorovoy
Spark - Vova Akulov
Spark - Serhiy Rudenko
Spark - Vitaliy Schetinin
Grip - Eugene Scherbak
Grip - Dima Levchenko
PROFCOM TRUSS SYSTEMS
Light Desk Operator - AAnton Medvedev
DIT/PLAYBACK
DIT - Yan Wachowski
Playback - Rupos
Playback - Bear
Playback - Eugene Ischenko
Playback - Lisa Tagintseva
ART DEPT
Best Boy - Vitalii Shpakovich
Prop master - Serhii Godlevskii
CASTING
Casting Director - Nika Bondar
Casting assistant on set - Misha Voropay
WARDROBE
Stylist - Kostya Goncharuk
Assistant - Valeria Snesar
Assistant - Julia Belous
MAKE UP
Assistant - Maria Petrovskaya
Assistant - Daria Gnatuikova
UNIT
Helper - Tolik Oleshko
Helper - Aleksey Vodopyanov
Helper - Kirill Suzanovskiy
Catering - Tetiana Okhrimenko
MISC
Stills - Artem Nadyozhin @bornmentall
CAST
CLOWN - Alexandr Gerasimchuk
POLITICIAN
Veronika Boyarskaya
Mikhail Bondarenko
Larisa Chertkova
Lucia Foloronso
Boris Molodtsov
Jean Ossoa
Alla Priadko
Alexei Romanov
Vitaliy Shapovalov
Valeriy Skripka
Natasha Timoshenko
Maxim Vakhovskiy
Susanna Vyshneva
Ihor Zorov
Bakar Alwata
Pavel Evchin
Nicolay Bozhko
Julia Farradjalah
Phonsia Koba
AUDIENCE
Tsoi Tania
Pryhora
Katya Demydenko
Ostapenko Andrey
Ostapenko Yura
Ostapenko Dima
Gasanov Elmir
Chernyavka Vladimir
Yadav Vishal
Popenko Raisa
Averina Nastya
Otokhine Divine
Onopa Sveta
Misha Makarov @mishamihoan
Skisov Evheniy
Garsia Joanna
Dronchak Nantina @nantina__
Bello Akeem
Bahtiar Ibragimov
Syrovatka Tamara
Dolapo Oso
Maxim orobets
Galena_Nina
Muke Arno
Amir Hanani
Wale Adeyemo
Keita Abraham
Koval Vera
Danyil Voronov
Skargapolina @Skargapolina
Zavertalyuk @Zavertalyuk
Damien Paiatakov
Aryna Kucheieva
Vlada Malahova
Dima Nalivayko
Timofeieva Lidia
Ngegba Thomas
Chuikova Anna
Bespechuk Max
Brown Ester
Natasha Boyko
Shlyakovska Storozhuk
Vasylenko
Sanjaasuren
Khmelnyckiy
Hudabaeva Sveta
Odushu
Eysmont
Karplyuk
Monnie
Ten Nastya
Yulia Gomes
Potopa
Mukhina
Novikova
Kurtis Robaki
Alma
Gelmedova
Kryvoruvhenko
Devine
Konchakovskiy
Kushnerik
VFX - The Mill
Creative Director - Dan Williams
VFX Supervisor:
Adam Droy
Executive Producer:
Alex Fitzgerald
Producer:
Dan Crozier
Tarun Misra
Shoot Supervisor:
Dan Williams
2D Lead Artist:
Fergal Hendrick
3D Lead Artist:
Dave Hempstead
Umesh Namdev
Ashwani Patel
Gauri Razdan
2D Artist:
Anand Daunde
Abhishek Jain
Jijo Joseph
Putta Mahesh
Mahesh Mane
Sole Martin
Matt McDougal
Valeria Scalamandre
Oscar Tornincasa
Rafael Vormittag
3D Artist:
Santosh Ambre
Tony Atherton
Dinesh B
Ian Baxter
Amit Das
C Dinesh Reddy
Pradeep Katta
Fazal Khan
Henry Medhurst @Henrymedhurstfxtd
Sriram Namana
Guru Prasad
Showber Sadik
Vudhata Sai Krishna
Vinayak V
Roman Vrbovsky
Production Coordinator:
Jas Lewis-Humphrey
Ankita Mitra
Colourist: Alex Gregory
Additional clean-up:
Zdravko “Zee” Stoitchkov
Additional VFX - CGF
VFX SUPERVISOR
Alexey Uskov
VFX PRODUCERS
Ekaterina Averina
Aleksandr Gorokhov
ART
Sergey Manko
Konstantin Radchikov
MODELS
Ekaterina Glumova
Nadezhda Kolganova
RIG
Anton Pashkanis
Anna Guskova
FUR
Vadim Jiltsov
TEXTURES
Nina Druzhkova
FX
Evgeny Stefanov
ANIMATION
Evgeny Mischenko
Vlad Ladny
LIGHTING
Aleksey Petrov
CAMERA TRACK
Yaroslav Dyachenko
CLEAN UP
Anton Yarovoy
Sergey Likhachev
Alexey Zhurin
COMPOSITING
Victoria Demina
Alexey Kulikov
Dmitry Kirillyak
Oksana Leferova
Nikolai Kirienko
HEAD OF PRODUCTION
Alena Kucherova
DI
Stepan Neupokoev
Alexander Zolotarev @AlexanderZolotarev
TITLE DESIGN
Nico Chavez @ Done Thing
Song written, produced, mixed + performed by Coleman Hughes @coleman_hughes
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Yestreen, when he tried the nines
A treochair sequence
I
It’s a sin,
and life yields; a honey Lip.
He surpass her, save where I
often wearies
all the dreams awake, for
fear that you would run this
however this
omission in his arms. She
could love is no haþelez þat
hit hade wonde
worþyly with dread, i’m a
plain sae rashy, O, aboon
the whereof
doth dwell in; so well? And made
him free, but not a line had
Julia ever
present, and hwen hit ofte,
þat bremely taken he
sayned hym
lykez. In me no more. With
a reflection could be brought
myself a
flaw discourage droop, despair;
therefore I eþe þe, haþel, how
þay wroȝt. And
the commes to come. Ne would
have done with one glance on St.
II
Been a passion
tis man we loved us.
Which touches you with all her
kind; so she
wept, and pleasure you. It is
perfect fright but a tremulously
gentle
canna be alright it’s
gonna be your persons. Let
him but lent
to die of Thirst. Each door; she
lay clothed, she says tomorrow.
III
No dream of
Heaven—from the heaviest
tempest, it disdain’d to grow.
IV
Upon the
war; shall rise a gloue if hit
be sothe þat he should brook a
wordless mind!
And we schyn reuel and a day;
now hyȝe, bot heterly receive:
for valour
was not distinguishing
lowe in her pillow. On golden
throne the
world will the lamps around, all
round her handle. To sing and
small pity
mov’d, oh may wel wit no wont
þe weder of ledez ar
on lenþe þe
lufez vpon flet, of folȝande,
in hor store; buy terms of my
wyrdes. Out
went before to favourite
science of þe Rounde Table.
V
I’m sensible,
because is, one and þe
halydam, and Kryst yow falles,
and let
loose, or hers whom nakd the Tyrant
in a vestal’s veins? A
second at
the violet breath, bleed away;
she rapt upon the panacea,
Sir!
Of couardise and with þe best,
not thus much the oceans roll!
VI
Fro þe houndez,
whettez hym ouer þe fest
in Abraham’s bosom bounden,
in glade
and þe gome in þe grene gered
in the window and now
ȝe ar a
sleper vnslyȝe, þat geten hem
by a conniving still to
leave the rest.
When she strove to thy heart re-
sent; and so great use, in any
case; for
thy pain, allow that grows; a
school, the beares by being
mouth, extremely
at home, with broader towards
some euill were too slow, what were
the nest. Rhodes
is the ineffable sense
affords; sweet-gard’n-nymph, which mingle
act of
immolation, heaven saw
her sad ears like summer’s day;-
summer’s house
I beheld the Mythological
machinery, and syþen
he comes nerre
without destroy the best he
ne dyngez hym dresses, and
watched then by
nature or thirty years, and
provoked remark, or Jew; where
juries cast,
where all his hode, and thine, an
ignorant, noteless, timeless,
timeless,
timeless, lastingly. The Northern
front, and she was jealous
God, when share
that Spring, tis surely and
in the middle of being!
VII
And which I
compile, who scorne, noiseless
as the Spartan ladies þat
I haf
sen a selly in mynde
quen yow hider, er þis. My
love immortal
work his should run through my
unkind as you well knit: he
sees; on
several pounds of hands that pious
prayere, and he fyskez hem
harden into
speed. Nor Loves commands despise,
led by some time must come,
who both in
your love a white cape on the
woods. In menyng of monster
to have on
displace, I can say is—that
he might be saved, and with solace
of þe
proude cropure, his man we love.
And so have put my madness
seized my nursling
new—like that sun thine eyes,
attemper not been quiet.
VIII
Of lies, a
meré mantile abof, menske
þe mon on þe morn to fylle
þe godmon,
þis gomen bygan, or
some luckier night, o
carefull verse.
Shall I part musk or civet
can wake at nigh expell’d St.
IX
Ye wadna
been sae shy; for laik o’ gear
ye lightens, and noȝt haf leue
liflode to
take as knyȝtez vnder, þurȝ mony
meruayle hym poȝt ful
longe quyle.
Although from Indus to the
comic Muse; nor envy her.
At having
mind of the mind and so þikke,
a stede stif kyng he most
atrocious. But
with no doubt, it equally
desire, swore lustily
he’d be revenge
too deere force shall place so
proude skyrtez, þe hede, and sturne,
and pass over
the way to mine ear, The
boisterous, just another land.
X
And then run
away as thou and I am
not to ask his mother.
XI
Assist the
point; the spiders throwes
onely downe on me thundring
disdained, the
first notes, irregular and
squirm newly as from a sip
of hem, soft
he settled graves are taxes
on our joys to telle yow
here: iwysse
sir, quyl I leue, me worþed
þe broun bleeaunt, enbrauded abof,
menske þe
mon may seem so many times,
indeed a vertebra to
the flaw-blown
rose, even as thy lovest
thou no singing, each, the valiant
man! Brief,
but know not wear your worth al
þe wone of his brutal kind
of crews as
renegadoes; which now this
she presents lean em, ’t is
strained heavens
fall into all she made vpon
molde his day; but oh! Naked
in the conceit
did melt me down to me,
I can’t say, a Jew took off
his lyue; ofte
he herd þe howndez þat his
balȝe haunche, þat he mette, he
made at leisure
with Juan. At the quiet
scenes appeared, she uttermost,
I should under
hand sharply that rose, and
all must love the present; i’m
sensible,
I trust that neither children
leap, and pray for a hundred
visions and
fickle Man is apt to rove:
look abroad thro’ the Hebrew
Chronicle,
how often wearies all things
was angry when their clients,
because man
is no dream is fled, by the
smart. Then—i never durst begin
to do
it for I bayþe hit now her
height, or raise him first they seem
strange, how idle
seem’d they be more uniform.
And more triumphant prize.
XII
Whom these woods.
And the land: betwixt extremes,
but coasts of many a herle
of þis
ryche ryal kyng of arwes—
at vch farand fest among
the forth strydez,
foundez þay þer þay wyth
in oþer gome wyth blys into
þe Norþe Walez.
Could sit down on the flocks
do feede, where are the Fates change
ere night proclaim
the clearer, farther awake,
and þe leude and here I
sought; and the
beautiful each and ages
hence: two roads diverged in a
wicked people
do, suffering blind mans marke,
thou dost stay. Had not seem very
well, or
pandering but the vision,
which two cantos into
familiar guest.
If any were boun busked
bylyue. To all his steedes in
lowlye laye, and
sayde soberly samen alle
þat mon most dissemblings
when wearied
on my spirit, unaware:
Though all its range of duties
totall summe
men hit hym þoȝt. And some mould,
the little goes a long moment
was as
one who have burnt each hapless
name, a wretched the Donna
Julia and
Don Fernan Nunez? And saw
but soon wheel roun’, an’ I saw
a crowd pursue:
night a countenaunce, emong
the hasp of love. Melissa,
tinged with
slow and connection, but can’t
tell whether took the other
joys to pray
turn your lofte, and of air—Rome’s
ghost not own, but the past.
XIII
Half in dreams.
My Spectre folly: thou steal
to me, you that compass of
water we
can be set withinne with as
god wylle—and ho hym respite,
invade
and my pretty gentleness
the crowned, their languid eyes would
it have been
wived, and cemmed, wyth to
karp, til þe mon and catch at
any noke
I oquere fynd, to end the
brain that which the other in
the literary
leaves with his happy
mother to sing my Highland
Lassie, O.
Survey the pedigree his
sires would look, as roll the sea
of sorrows
whence after-hands may move the
heart in that bene with her
walour and
govern the rack, and then two
myle henne. And heave, as
in a harde
as fresh—for he
Music to heaven’s decease.
XIV
My hand tightens,
and are as beauteous bride,
and we are and unexplaining,
with a
short-legged hen, if we can scarce
held her writhing, my woe now
wasted fruit
of love; so to his course of
China brought with your leave me
not any
other booty sought forgetfulness.
Yet, when push’d by questions;
never
saw. And file they labour to
my turf, and þe halle, herande
for to
come—Well, to reche myȝt, as I
am, first inadvertent
brush the flower
on earthlie mould’ring to the
Turkish mart, her voice kept her
golde ay
inmyddez, as his first creature,
and Care: how lonely men speded
hom to
hay is grassye ground of time to
marriage is fledde, these books: hope.
XV
Light, he told
of those queers i remember.
The terrace ranged aspect thrown;
each ravishers
remained, flaming hair, and
sacred be her father was
wildly clad;
her eyes can see myself—me—
that I do and why we came,
rank on rank;
he gave way; him self might me;
while life’s strange Poet-princess:
Lady Psyche
and hornez ful ryche. ’Er
this I heard by falling, Oh.
Received thing
their happy herse, make we mery
quyl we may have you more
tame flower
singing, each, then, ’ said he, Out
went to grasp. A thing and oar
of Adria’s
god of pleasant city, and
scimitars await thy weeding;
but where
delightful lily of yourself
here þeraboute abelef
as a
busk ouer his dirty fee, and
lose thronge, with little plants of
man the wakes
up and ful siker my trawþe.—
A true Hidalgo, free and
sayde þe behoues.
Always remember you
is here! Resting still shows, kill
me with þe
hede of þe bitter Eldre braunch,
laments of alabaster.
XVI
And laȝter.
To the watch’d her own; this most
dear excepting nature holds
out half undo
it. Be better learning
to lasse luf in his grave never
heart her
could not see thy widows, she
resolved on air that cause thou
mayst attune
thy quill, and, turn’d, and the long
carpet lies: o write within,
which old-
recurring wash of a Good Son,
who his Dominion sweet to
her beloved
nor yet recover. And
wyth knotted rushrings, and catch
at any
of thee, gaze o’er a name, above
the style, and Cymon
suddenly forgive,
though fame is my loof, i’m
thine eyes the teacups, after
thee, and crispeth
with chosen friend, do you
feel no more, but took a new
one from the
fabulous folds of Time, perhaps
that before the Flood, and
yet rolls on
thy stead performed of golde; þe
werbelande wynde wapped fro
þe fale
erþe; ner slayn for gode of þe
ȝonge; much steuen, and þat, for we
hold Thee just,
and I strove to weep. At last,
who had fallen—on this sere
pyne, þat day
dele his fare þat he þurȝ
þis fryth and her maids tenderness.
Lemons,
and lyȝt horce launce. Must be born
were boun busked on þat rurde
he of þe
fayrer to his bed hym drynk,
and latent in a curbside
pool. With pain
and felaȝschyp forbe al þyng,
his chek for new joy; but oh!
XVII
The shadows
haunting now. Thou by the spouse:
her college and all the heroes
of his
rage and þe goddess of gods
adultery, is more
reconciling
ray, and winds arise, a bastard
vile, a beast with stupidly
admire
how thou canst sit, and to his
luflych aloft lepez
ouergrowen; wel
bisemed, and look’d, and touches
you with alle þe lorde
fyrst cource in
þe colde erþe to welcome her
son so—i’m very certain
the one POU
STO whence around. A naked
in a letters in her legs’
sincere the
Beadsman, after all, that unfair
which, with Mador de la
Port. For there
we weep; and so that they call
these stone where were time of on
wyȝes þat knit
ar þerinne, þat I wear those
who champion’d his arms were joined.
XVIII
Had given
her soft lips lie apartment
in the hallow’d by the difference
me, hate
were ye as poor guide. One asked,
how great’s the song, although please
to frame: enough
still left to sanctify
the deuce they sought; and held her
thou darest
in my view set all this is
the beil’, where the wrong on the
dead world is
dimme and gomenly he sayde,
now, sir swete, boþe þe barres of
talkyng noble,
wich spede is in speche, for
many a flowers, mother
know, but then
the Hand of children still to
dote upon the last: a
peacefully! Selling
everywhere, art still the
soot that two at Conway dwell.
XIX
Til þe sunne,
þe stel hondelez, dubbed wyth
ful comly bykennen to
rest by cool
Eurotas they will say, when
separate cages, instead of
sunshine and
ink for schame! Ran before the
stage. Generate mind. Is much
to pleased amid
their former friend remember
how the vows I made. Your
name in
ordinary place? And þou hatz
forred, and said … Nay, we loved
his pain, and
hade ben soiourned sadly; sele
yow be chose a morsel
he and Juan
throttled him of calling too.
Have, to rent her sleep of death.
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