This long-haul, Russian-language second world war drama deploys a curious bookending device – involving Russian rescue workers hauling Germans from the rubble of Fukushima – to frame an equally bizarre event: a re-creation of the grimness of the siege of Stalingrad in the same glossy 3D we're more accustomed to from the likes of, say, The Lego Movie. The perverse spectacle (child-torching, prostitute-stripping, endless flying ash) offered as compensation for indistinct characterisation gets muffled by this format's limited light capacity: those few scenes not choked with self-importance instead succumb to a greyly macho fug of war. The subtext – Russia endures, flexes muscles anew – doubtless makes it President Putin's pick of the week, but someone should really take him to see the Lego film.