Rupert Everett pouts and glowers his way through this Bondarchuk film (which not surprisingly so far no-one has reviewed.) The novel Quiet Flows the Don by Sholokov about Cossack village life before the Russian Revolution is interspersed with the travails of a very mean and moody Rupert Everett, as he negotiates his way around the pitfalls and snares of love and duty. The novel itself is quite a difficult read and I’m not convinced that this interpretation by Bondarchuck won over the audiences in the same way that his epic film War and Peace did. Quiet Flows the Don isn’t quite the masterpiece of epic cinema it strives to be, with a Dr Zhivago-esque Hollywood orchestral score. However with many dramatic well choreographed horse mounted Cossack battle scenes, historically the film may well stand the test of time.