I even love taking trains in California, a place where the train system is so inefficient that if I get on Amtrak in San Diego I'll arrive in San Jose, if I'm lucky, 16 hours later, more than twice the time it would take to drive. But I don't care, because as long as I am in the train car I can sit back, pull out a book, and follow the track. All decisions have been made, the tracks are already there.
So I was excited to finally see Aleksei Uchitel's 2010 Krai [The Edge], a film promising hours of train porn. And on this front, it delivered. The film takes place in the wake of World War II, in a correctional camp (called "Krai") someplace in the taiga. There are races between trains. There is coal, shoveled into the burning pit of the train engine. There is an old, abandoned train that is brought lovingly to life by a concussed Soviet train engineer, just back from the German front and a pretty, wild, German girl who has lived out the war in the pit of said abandoned train. There is a lot of steam. There is an accident with an unfortunate bear.The acting is solid and the shots are stunning, although the metaphors tend to be irritatingly heavy-handed (the carcass of the aforementioned bear is spread over the front of a train like a crucified Russia). The protagonist, Ignat (Vladimir Mashkov), has been forbidden from driving trains due to recklessness. Disregarding this command, he attempts to find a place on the train tracks of history, which are fixed, but which he nonetheless manages to manipulate with brute force.
The inhabitants of "Krai" show the worst in human nature -- in their struggle for a trace of humanity, they steal, insult, and injure one another; most have been marked as potential collaborators with Germany. The group awaits the arrival and judgment of the a Soviet official, Fishman, who proves to be a far more frightening and horrible character than any of the supposed enemies of the people being held prisoner. It is only the arrival of this truly evil figure that unites the disparate inmates of "Krai." (Should I muse about the possible Jewish or German suggestion in the name Fishman? No -- I'd really rather not.)
I will spare you the details of the traumatizing denouement, but I will tell you that in the final shot, the heroes, along with the adopted German boy they picked up along the way, push themselves through the snow-filled forest toward the future on a manual train car. They have left, it would seem, their trains, taken off on the tracks on their own, and achieved a kind of freedom.
