Director: Yuri Mamin
An intelligent, zany fantasy, as whimsical and light as air, Window to Paris nonetheless falls squarely into a whole new genre of Russian film—the comedy of capitalism.
Like the rest of Russia, Tchiyov is trying to cope with the confusion after the fall of communism. He shares a crowded St Petersburg apartment with a lively bunch of con-artists. After a night of drinking, Tchiyov and his friend, Gorokhov, follow a stray cat into a wardrobe, at the back of which there is a window. They climb through onto a fire escape and into the city of Paris! For one it is an opportunity to explore the vibrant culture and famous joie de vivre, for the other a doorway through which to smuggle a Citroen. But when their neighbours discover the secret, a frenzied shopping spree ensues as the entire block hurries to accumulate all the Western goodies before the mysterious passage is closed to them.
Fantasy spirals into manic biting farce as events spin this wondrous comic therapy-for the stark reality of a Russia in slow decay-along in a heady fashion. Pans is all warmth and light, no one wants to leave, whereas St Petersburg is crumbling and everyone throws their garbage into the streets. Unlike a certain teenage girl from Kansas who found herself in a similar situation not everyone agrees "there's no place like home"