There’s this famous Russian film that basically has the plotline that a guy from Moscow gets really pissed on NYE, and somehow ends up in St Petersburg. He initially doesn’t realise though because there’s an identical block of flats to his on a street of the same name, and he passes out in someone else’s flat. Romantic hi-jinks ensue.
He doesn’t seem to be.
He described his relationship with fellow film critic Roger Ebert as friendly but not close.
What a cunt.