The Last Station
The Last Station might be poorlyreceived by many. This is because most people have never heard of Leo Tolstoy, and if they have, they know him from his exhaustively lengthy masterworks Anna Karenina and War and Peace.
Both are widely-considered among the best novels ever written. I wouldn’t expect many to read through either before they die, but they should. I often think of them as wonders of the world, except you have to read them, not just show up. They’re tough, but incredibly gratifying reads. I insist to everyone that the greatest art is not instantly accessible, but must be worked at, revisited, and reanalyzed. Transformers is fast-food art, that doesn’t make it bad, just different. I love a double-cheese burger.
Tolstoy is also famous for his exchanges between Gandhi. His passive-resistance philosophy had a powerful influence on Gandhi. So, possibly, much of our own civil rights movement was influence vicariously by Tolstoy.
Moreover, The Last Station is a cool little movie about Tolstoy and his final days. Tolstoy became disillusioned as he got older, writing A Confession which outlined his anxieties about life, death, love, past transgressions, religion, even the rejection of his own writing. The book is even a bit influential on even me (the opening of my latest screenplay is a passage from the text). It is this time in Tolstoy’s life that director Michael Hoffman puts under a microscope.
The film takes place in a commune based on the ideals of Tolstoy (Christopher Plummer), a sort of religion had sprung from the The Confession and other late-writings, followers of which became known as Tolstoyians. Much of the conflict in the film arises from the back-and-forth between Tolstoy and his wife Sophia (Helen Mirren). Tolstoy, feeling shamed from his aristocratic background and further from the fact that many labor and he does not, wishes to put his writings into the public domain. A parallel story exists between Tolstoy’s secretary Valentin (James McAvoy) and Masha (Kerry Condon) as they explore the truths that Tolstoyian philosophy brings. The “bad-guy” is Paul Giamatti’s character Vladimir Chertkov, who asks as a Worm-Tongue in Tolstoy’s ear. Insisting he give away his works and, therefore, his fortune.
Much of the plot is meaningless. I hate to call the copyright/will thing a Mcguffin, but it is. Who really cares if the copyrights are given away? I don’t. I’m sure you don’t either. I think this might be why the film isn’t great, but just good and fun. The tone is also off too. A running gag in the film is the McAvoy’s character can’t help but sneeze when he is nervous. A gag that would be cheesy on Hanna Montanana, let alone a period drama. I realize that they were trying to add a fun and light-hearted feel to the movie, but other options could have been explored more. For example, Vladimir storms out of the room furious with Tolstoy’s wife and drops the hilarious line, “If I had a wife like yours, I would blow my brains out!……. Or go to America!”.
The one-on-one conversations between Tolstoy and all the other characters are the highlights of the movie. Take one exchange between Tolstoy and his secretary Valetin, where Tolstoy wonders out loud about the value of a sexual relationship with a girl he had when he was young. He discusses the frequency and passion of the sex and if there was any meaning to their love. This conversation exemplifies why Tolstoy is a great writer and why he is still relevant today. How many times have you wondered if a past relationship has had meaning? So many relationships end poorly with divorce, break-up, heartache, and infidelity. Anna Karenina, if nothing else, is an exploration of love, meaning, and primal-lust in relationships.
Another great moment is the sex and subsequent pillow-talk between Valetin and Masha. One of Tolstoy’s principles was celibacy, which many Tolstoyians practiced. Not Masha apparently, who seduces Valetin easily. Too many movies make sex scenes passionate and romantic. This movie makes it funny and awkward which sex for the first time with a person often is. This strips away the pornographic, exploitative element of a sex scene and adds humanism to it. Their relationship and rejection of Tolstoyianism might have something more provocative to say about organized religion, but I’m not going to guess.
With a stronger plot, or a looser, more vignettey one, like Andrei Rublev, The Last Station could have been great. But instead, we get a comedy-of-sorts about a great writer. A writer who is widely recognized as the greatest novelist of all time. Is he still too enigmatic and saintly? Hell yeah, but it is still fun to pretend.
January 2010
I say: B
You’ll say: C+


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