Tell us another, Tolstoy

I almost missed the Last Station. The crowd was enormous and once in, the woman next to me gave her husband constant updates on her feelings, the plot, the volume of the dialogue etc. She had brought snacks too which she carefully unwrapped from a noisy piece of plastic. Near the end of the movie, I asked her to stop and it got ugly.

So, my comprehension of the plot may be a little hazy. I looked forward to seeing this film because of the cast and the wonderful story. I am a Tolstoy lover and have great admiration for a man who could write so well about women. I do not have admiration for anyone who claims to have the people in his heart yet marries aristocrats (rich, beautiful and need one say, younger) breeds like a rabbit and then decides to leave his worldlies to the State. So, any mention of his wife's poor qualities seems like a pimple on a whale to me. Of COURSE she was crazy and manipulative - who wouldn't be under those circumstances?

It puts me in mind of Mr.Bennet in Pride and Prejundice - so calm and dismissive of his wife's hysteria when he knew she would be in penury after his death and so would his herd of unmarried daughters. How DARE he sit there and read books!

Anyway, Helen Mirren is a dream of a Countess, and Chrisopher Plummer is what I would like to think Tolstoy was (a great deal shorter I know from old movies) and the ghastly brigade of hangers on are repellent but strangely effective in their manipulations. I still don't know what being a 'Tolstoyan' is but I did get more perspective on the last days and why he ran off to the railways. There was a strange lack of emotional engagement when the Countess and Tolstoy were off the screen and I think some of the plotting doesn't make a lot of sense though I know this was taken from exhaustive research.

This is a snapshot of the end of Old Russia and the beginning of the descent into chaos and eventual Communism. It is also a picture of a long and enigmatic love.

To watch the trailer for 'The Last Station', click here: