"The fuck is this shit?!"
If I'm gonna talk about a movie concerning the late romantic life of Tolstoy, his wife Sonya, and how James McAvoy happened to be there to watch, I have to be honest: I've never read a damn word of Tolstoy's. I mean, I watched "Anna Karenina" a few months back, with Greta Garbo, but that's it. I'm not big on Russian romantic epic material — it took me three years to watch "Doctor Zhivago." But yeah, I just didn't like "The Last Station."
Another whitewash of foreign affairs, Tolstoy's final dramas are told through talented English and American actors — too cheaply, quickly, and uninterestingly.
Long story short: Tolstoy has a new secretary, Valentin (McAvoy), who's the audience's everyman eyes into the final dealings of Leo and his wife's battles over a will, and what's to become of Leo's work. Sprinkle on some Helen Mirren power-acting as Tolstoy's still devoted wife Sonya, and you still have a generic attempt to comprehend a seemingly extraordinary man. It's my favorite channel, Lifetime, with better actors.
Peace out:
- Helen Mirren is great. Deserves the nomination. So does Christopher Plummer's Tolstoy. Too bad they're both so poorly written. Ironic, wouldn't you say?
- James McAcoy can, and most certainly will do better. Here's to a better 2010 for him?
- I hate when English actors do Russian/European/Asian historical drama.
- I'm still down with going on a date with Helen Mirren. I like the crazy chicks. You haz her number?
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