Word: katyusha
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Then there's the de-aging sequence of Katyusha, the heroine, dissolving (like Orson Well's Mrs. Kane) from tough whore to well-bred ten-year-old. And Nekhlvudov, the hero, trudging the paths of a Siberian village--photographed with the flavor of Italian neo-realism. And many other cinematic "quotes" which are appropriate and effective, not the kind of private joke they seem to be with Truffaut and Godard, for example...
...that plot: Katyusha emerges from prison for her trial while Prince Nekhlyudov arrives for jury duty. She is falsely charged with theft and murder while he realizes she is the love of his youth--whom he had impregnated, given an unwanted hundred rubles, and deserted. She is unjustly sentenced to four year's hard labor while he becomes obsessed by his guilt. She lives contentedly in jail while he tries everything to get her out. She turns down his offer of marriage while he succeeds in having her pardoned. Finally, she opts for another while he carriages off into Siberian...
...Dance and One O'Clock Jump-with a gusto that brought the audience to its feet and saved the evening. Vocalist Joya Sherrill, in strapless white gown, belted out a medley of show tunes, broke into a fractured Russian jazz version of the popular song Katyusha, finally set the crowd roaring by drawling out a throaty "Spasibo bolshoe" (Thank you very much). After five encores, the band signed off with its theme song, Let's Dance. The audience continued to clap rhythmically, and Goodman led his weary men back onstage for another 15 minutes of encores. Even then...
Voronov's special pride is the secret Katyusha (endearing for Katherine), of which the Russians said, "Where Katyusha strikes, nothing lives." Newsmen guessed: it is a multi-barreled, electrically operated rocket gun, set roughly at a 45° angle. Last week U.S. movie audiences saw newsreels of the capture of Gomel, goggled at shots of Katyusha's rockets, streaking like lightning through clouds of dense smoke...
...Voronov, as for every Russian soldier, the dry whistle of Katyusha's rockets and the booming of the heavy guns were sweet music. To this music, the Red Army this week marched to new triumphs...