Супер Тамара

The universe, of course, did not ask for such a hero, but it got one - and seems to have even grown fond of her. Where other heroes rush about with pathos and morality, she is in a bra, high heels, and with a sense of mission that does not fit into propriety. The world is collapsing, aliens are attacking, MPs are panicking, and SuperTamara is simply doing her job - passionately, shamelessly, and with a brilliant tan.

Everything in this chaos is so absurd that it becomes almost genius: salvation through debauchery, struggle through self-irony, heroism through farce. And beneath all this dirty comedy, a strange warmth suddenly emerges - as if someone still believes that goodness can take many forms. Even if it's in fishnet tights and with a hangover, it's still good.