Andrey Zvyagintsev makes movies that dissect the cold corruptions of contemporary Russia, and since there are things he isn’t allowed to say directly, he turns the holding back of expression into starkly poeticized drama. In his first film since “Leviathan,” Zvyagintsev tells the story of a divorcing couple, knife-edged Zhenya (Maryana Spivak) and stoic, passive Boris (Alexei Rozin), whose relationship has reached a point of such toxic antipathy that their 12-year-old son (Matvey Novikov) slips between the cracks of their indifference. When he vanishes, they must put their aside their conflicts to find him, but this is no fable of a higher love transcending hate. It’s about a crisis of empathy that has transformed middle-class Russia into a war zone between men and women, between those with too much and those with not enough. Zvyagintsev’s filmmaking is rigorous, mournful, and expansive, with an oblique edge that allows his themes to speak beyond national borders.