Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Window to Paris (1994)

Netflix didn't have it--but our local video store, Potomac Video, did.

Our old Russian teacher, Vladimir, had recommended Window to Paris as one of his favorites, and now it is one of ours.

The plot is simple. There is a window to Paris in a communal apartment in St. Petersburg. It opens for a short time every twenty years, then closes again. So the heroes of Yuri Mamin's film rush through to experience La Vie Parisienne while they can. And it is very funny, sort of a cross between a wacky Soviet comedy and a french farce like the Tall Blond Man With One Black Shoe.

Needless to say, our French heroine finds herself in St. Petersburg--suffering--while the Russian's enjoy Parisian "culture" (a very funny joke about a music club with special costumes is one that I won't spoil for you). French culture v. Russian culture; east v. west; the present v. the future. There's plenty of laughter and tenderness--plus the philosophical reflection without which, well, it wouldn't be Russian, or French, for that matter.

Of course, the window closes at the end. What does it symbolize? Perhaps the cycles of Russian history--openings to the West, followed by closed Iron Curtains...Russians must rush through the Window to Paris quickly, before it closes again.

Five stars.