White Nights 2
Never trust a film which has been included in the dubious
category of "Best Foreign Film" in the Oscar sweepstakes. Usually
European and usually directed by well-positioned, older,
Caucasian men, such films almost invariably evoke historical
epochs and collective patriotic memory. And whether or not they
are located in times past, many of these distinguished examples
focus on "big issues," such as post-Communism and political
bureaucracy, or sumptuous decadence and coy melodrama. (See
Mediterraneo, Burnt By the Sun, and Babette's Feast, among
others.)
Regis Wargnier's Est-ouest appears to mix all these loud, but
basic, ingredients into a heap. At film's introduction, and with
a backdrop of a dark and stormy expanse of sea, a long epigraph
scrolls down the screen, situating in several dry paragraphs a
specific historical moment. It's 1946, just following World War
II, and Stalin has issued a decree inviting the millions who had
fled Russia after the October Revolution, as well as those who
had left prior to or during the War, to return to their mother
country. This invitation contains hearty assurances that those
who return will be welcomed, rather than punished. The epigraph
notes that thousands of expatriates coming from Bulgaria,
Yugoslavia, and France responded to Stalin's entreaty and
returned to the USSR.
Cut from the expanse of waves to an ocean liner containing
hundreds of Russians and their families, drinking, dancing, and
singing Russian folk songs. But the legions of returnees are not
Wargnier's interest; instead, his film focuses immediately on
Alexei Golovine (Oleg Menchikov), a doctor who had moved to
France as a child, his French wife Marie (Sandrine Bonnaire), and
their young son Serioja (played by Ruben Tapiero and later, by
Erwan Baynaud). It is their last night aboard the ship, and
Alexei is awarded a vague sort of medal for being both Russian
and a graduate of medical school. Still afloat and full of hope,
Alexei toasts his dutiful wife (who doesn't utter a peep for
quite some time) for accompanying him back to his homeland.
As the ship docks in the port of Odessa, Marie and Alexei begin
to notice, with much alarm, the proliferation of Russian troops
awaiting their arrival. As the passengers disembark, they are
methodically divided into 2 groups one bound for
"rehabilitation" camps and the other for execution. Neither this
scene nor the previous one on the ship is allowed more than a few
skimpy minutes, implying an urgency to delve into the mire as
soon as possible; but this immediacy comes at the expense of any
background or foundation upon which to build the proceedings
other than the introductory text.
Because of his potential usefulness as a much-needed doctor,
Alexei and his family are spared from either of the above extreme
fates. Instead, the Soviet regime represented most
emphatically by Pirogov (Grigori Manukov), an evil KGB agent who
appears to be an extra from Dark City and who spends a good
amount of time throughout the film haunting and slapping Marie
around relocates the Golovines to a Kiev boarding house. Marie
is then confined to their apartment to care for Serioja, and
Alexei is routed to the strangely named Red Flag Factory, where
he is to serve as medical overseer for all the women in scarves
and blue jumpsuits sewing red flags for twelve hours a day.
Marie is understandably quite distraught about this unforeseen
state of affairs; she immediately begins to plot her escape from
Communist hell back to freedom-loving France. Although she
speaks of France only in platitudes and folk songs, her mad
desire to return home is portrayed as an obvious inclination
given the circumstances, who wouldn't want to return to "la
civilisie" rather than slowly becoming pickled in vodka? Alexei
fully realizes the extent of their entrapment and the level of
surveillance to which they are now subjected. Yet, to Marie he
appears to adapt too easily to their new circumstances, as he
plunges into his medical duties and quietly builds his status
within the Communist Party. In their very differently
experienced states of alienation, the couple begin to drift
apart; but as their relationship was never meaningfully, and only
very swiftly, established, this shift creates little emotional
impact for viewers.
With a plot turn typical of a French Best Foreign Film
nomination, the film has Marie and Alexei engaged in
extra-marital affairs quicker than the time it would have taken
Marie to learn to say "proletariat" in Russian. Alexei moves
across the hall into the bed of a robust, vodka-swilling Party
supporter, the unimaginatively named Olga (Tatyana Dogileva),
while Marie takes in Sacha (Sergei Bodrov, Jr., from Prisoners of the Mountains), a hunky, brooding champion swimmer from down
the hall, whose grandmother was sentenced to hard labor for
singing French folk-songs with Marie. It is here with its
romantic quadrangle that Est-ouest's true intentions most fully
emerge; the film is less a politically-minded expose of a tragic,
regrettable past than it is a pathos-ridden, melodramatic attempt
at historical revisionism.
It would be erroneous for me to leave it at that, for there are
many other attempts on Wargnier's part to focus on the oppressive
conditions and overall bleak state of Russia immediately
following WWII. Yet these other aspects are visible only through
the realm of the stereotypical and the archetypal. While Alexei
toils in the Red Flag Factory, Marie works as seamstress for the
Russian Army band and dance troupe, whose performances resemble
nothing so much as a Russian version of Riverdance. The film's
generic cast of characters includes the previously mentioned
Pirogov; Nina (Meglena Karalambova), the grim older matron/boss
at the Red Flag Factory who persistently insinuates herself into
Alexei's life; and Victor (Atanass Atanassov), Sacha's pandering
swim coach who, upon learning of Sacha's affair with Marie,
transfers him to a far-away training outpost on the Black Sea.
Perhaps the film's numerous faults can be attributed to its
grandiose ambitions, although its aspirations towards epic-dom
are largely undercut by its mere two hour and ten-minute
duration. With Est-ouest, Wargnier wants to memorialize a
little-spoken-of historical tragedy, while also providing a more
intimate story of love and betrayal. In other words, Est-ouest
seeks to position itself as a retelling of a catastrophic
real-life event, but necessarily projected onto the lovely face
of Sandrine Bonnaire and the chiseled swimmer's body of Sergei
Bodrov Jr., their closeness solidified by their mutual dreams of
escape. (The sight of Catherine Deneuve trotting throughout the
film as a leftist theater actress and Marie's only chance for
escape further demonstrates the film's fanciful randomness and
rather weak regard for a historical tale that isn't bogged down
by fantasy.)
Wargnier's attempts at historical recall are continuously
thwarted by his penchants for story-telling loaded with passion
and romance. Such incongruousness becomes most apparent in the
scenes surrounding Sacha's much-anticipated defection to the
West. After months of scheming and
dreaming, Sacha's only opportunity for escape comes in the form
of a freighter leaving Odessa and heading towards Bulgaria. The
freighter's captain decides just prior to departing that he
cannot risk protecting a stowaway defector, yet he changes his
mind after Sacha proposes to meet the ship in international
waters. As he swims the ten-mile course out of the strait and
into the ocean, the camera bobs behind Sacha and around him,
catching the sea's swells and shifting currents, his breast
strokes and desperate gasps for air. This intense sequence is of
a very different sensibility than the majority of the film, and
in its extensive stylization works to unravel the narrative
itself. The suspense of his escape, combined with the
aestheticization of his body in the waves and the scene's
heightened emotion works to make all else thereafter
anti-climactic.
Following Sacha's breakout, Wargnier's movie reluctantly returns
to the domesticity of Marie and Alexei and their tentative
re-attempt at homegrown, and subjugated, happiness. The narrative
then gears up for its "harsh political" mode; for her assumed
role in Sacha's defection, Marie is banished to a rehabilitation
camp for 6 years. This time is rendered merely through the
intertitle preceding her return which states, "6 Years Later."
Again the film's erratic approach to historical narrative breaks
downs into arbitrariness the previous hour and a half having
signified a few months, and now, ostensibly for the good of an
upcoming resolution, suddenly 6 years takes a minute. Perhaps my
argument is sheerly antagonistic, a reluctance to abide by the
film's rules. But the abrupt construction of time does not
represent any kind of filmic code other than convenience. Soon
after this, there is yet another jump, to "2 Years Later." This
kind of temporal bungee-jumping suddenly renders irrelevant
anything that cannot be shown in a scene or two; hence, all the
previous uncertainty prior to and during Sacha's escape seems
part of a different film altogether, the nuances particular to
non-conclusive moments now lost in a sea of sweeping historicity.