In a paean to a Soviet Union that no longer exists, first-time director Maksim Panfilov offers a feel-good lesson in cross-cultural tolerance with "Ivan Son of Amir," in which a Russian woman, fleeing WWII-besieged Sebastopol with her two children, finds a husband and an entirely new lifestyle in Uzbekistan. In complementary fashion, the film's second half reverses the situation, transporting displaced Uzbeks to a Russian setting. But all this ethnic quid pro quo begins to feel sententious and contrived, the isolated Russian lighthouse with its dour scientists proving tonally unequal to the outright exuberance of Uzbekistan's sunlit pastoral farm. Distribution beyond the film's home countries seems unlikely.
Shortly after disoriented Russian widow Maria (Karolina Gruszka) arrives in Uzbekistan, her son falls ill in a bustling marketplace. They are rescued by Amir (Babur Yuldashev), who takes them home to his two wives. Cast into a completely alien environment, fending off angry jealousy that sabotages her already unfamiliar agrarian chores, Maria proves amazingly resilient. When a sexual encounter with Amir produces a son whom she names for her dead husband, Ivan, Maria becomes the man's third wife and is happily integrated into the extended family, forming fast friendships with the assorted women and children.
Panfilov never misses a cliche in drawing exaggerated contrasts between the opposing cultures. Where Uzbekistan forms a horizontal continuum, with marketplaces and farmland stretching expansively outward, Russia takes the form of a vertical lighthouse, isolated on a desolate shore. In the warm palette of the East, women's colorful dresses and vivid tapestries intertwine with the rich greens and browns of the earth. Against this, Panfilov proposes icy white snowscapes and turbulent seas. Work in Uzbekistan, involving nature in all its agricultural vitality, plays against the Russians' gathering of scientific data using precise instruments.
It's unclear to what extent Panfilov meant to stack the deck against the uptight Russians, but the narrative and emotional flow that illuminates the first part of "Ivan Son of Amir" fails to naturalize the second, the schematic reverse structure wrecking any semblance of spontaneity.
Gruszka's glowing performance almost overcomes this rigid vision, and the Uzbeks come off as equally vital at all times, but the Russian actors in particular seem deliberately limited in their expressiveness. Oleg Lukichev's notable widescreen compositions and Irina Grazhdankina's lived-in production design enhance Panfilov's otherwise programmatic juxtapositions.