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Korzun plays Tanya, a naive illustrator of children's books whose arrival in the U.K. with her 10-year-old son, Artiom (Artiom Strelnikov), falters in the immigration queue and sends them both spiraling into captivity. Unattended by her flaky British "fiance," Tanya finds herself and her charge rudely dumped at Stonehaven, a gray, floundering resort town where the English government detains refugees--a status Tanya falsely claims in order to discover what happened to her man. Quickly tiring of incarceration, mother and son try to hit the road to London, only to be cast back among the huddled masses and snarling guard dogs, where their struggle against months of bureaucratic nonsense begins in earnest.
While it sounds facile and tedious to explain that Tanya is then forced into a designated holding area, that her son meanders among the sometimes-violent locals, and that love is pitted against seemingly insurmountable obstacles, the film's richness of insight moves it beyond the constraints of such obvious devices. Pawlikowski--who has made his mark with documentaries such as Lucifer Over Lancashire and Tripping With Zhitinovsky--shows a deft hand for direction, alternating between stark, angular environments and twitchy, hand-held work, here in service of a fictional but exceedingly humane tale. It's kind of like a Dogme movie, but it's good anyway.
This sense of hard humanity is given a shot in the arm by the presence of Considine, whose punchy debut in the recent Romeo Brass has generated a strong buzz on the film festival circuit. Once Pawlikowski reveals a banner ironically proclaiming "Dreamland Welcomes You" as well as the irritable, weary faces of those who aren't quite buying that line, Considine's Alfie greets Tanya's love-addiction with wit and grit. What starts off as an introductory course in telephone-card usage quickly but plausibly escalates into a love affair based--as most are--upon personal insufficiencies, blind hope, relative height, and the tiniest glimmer of a future. Alfie may make his humble living in a coin arcade, but he's really a crude knight in tarnished armor, exactly what the wispy Tanya needs.
In this insalubrious realm, however, where the flickering fluorescents and utterly inconvenient "conveniences" seem like adequate punishment for the paltry crime of romantic longing, Tanya has deeper irritants--her own weakness and escapist tendencies--to disgorge, and here the film finds its edge. As she spirals from posing for immigration mug shots to posing for Internet porn (at the hands of Lindsay Honey, one of Britain's most famous real-life pornographers), her childlike nature collapses. Torn between the easy money from exploiting herself and the more relatively routine pursuits of selling her belongings and literally giving blood, a new woman emerges.
Although, from all the love-mad single mothers featured in narrative film these days, one would expect her affliction to be as boring as it is common, Korzun (a celebrated actress in Russia) spins the familiar in dramatic and unexpected directions. As the "refugee by accident" fights to maintain her integrity and open her heart, it's a pleasure to witness the actress' spectrum extending beyond the limits of wide-eyed disbelief and scarcely concealed bitterness. Tanya's relationship with Alfie feels palpable precisely because she can't fully embrace the environment they share.
"In Britain, friendly people start conversation by talking about the weather," Artiom recites from a guidebook, near the beginning of the film, but the magic Pawlikowski works here is in the dispelling of artificial pleasantries. Instead, he teases us with documentaries of dolphins feeling each other up, viewed in a tenement corrupted by tacky tropical wallpaper. The man has a great eye for homely detail, in both his sets and his characters' motivations. It also doesn't hurt that both his leads ooze charisma; when rubbing herself with a teddy bear turns to tears for Tanya, just as Alfie is playing Spider-Man to entertain her son, we glimpse two bold worlds merging to stave off a horrible sadness.
Last Resort is a humble, unassuming project but a lovely balm for a marketplace inundated with important (read: bombastic) works. It's even more impressive when one discovers that it was shot not from a proper script but from a simple outline, intuitively interpreted. Pawlikowski's aim is true, and here he takes us into an in-between world where--those with a poet's heart may understand--every day is like Sunday.
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