Farewell, America!

In a restless post‑war Moscow where triumphal parades mask a simmering undercurrent of intrigue, an unfinished work by Oleksandr Dovzhenko turns the polished façades of diplomatic life into a darkly comic tableau. The film’s satirical lens, drawn from Annabel Bukar’s 1949 exposé, lenses the interior of the U.S. Embassy as a micro‑cosm of Cold‑War paranoia, blending the grand pageantry of Victory celebrations with the whispered rustle of classified paperwork. Its visual style leans toward stark chiaroscuro, juxtaposing the glitter of Red Square against the cramped, fluorescent‑lit offices where official narratives are bent and reshaped.

At the heart of this bureaucratic circus arrives Anna Bedford, a wide‑eyed journalist from a modest Pennsylvania farm who is dispatched to the Soviet capital as part of a cultural‑exchange program that quickly reveals its covert purpose. Her first steps into Moscow’s streets coincide with the jubilant chanting of war heroes, and a chance encounter with Professor Gromov—a warmly eccentric academic—offers her an invitation into the city’s private salons, a subtle cue from embassy superiors that personal connections are tools of intelligence work.

Within the embassy’s gleaming corridors, a newly installed ambassador, General Walter Scott, promulgates a stark doctrine: every diplomatic action must serve the twin aims of gathering secrets and countering Soviet influence. This edict creates a palpable tension between the outward courtesy of diplomatic ceremony and the inward churn of espionage. Among the staff, the head of the information department, Armand Haward, stands out as a reluctant guardian of factual integrity, quietly challenging the tide of fabrication that threatens to swallow the truth.

As the film unfolds, Anna navigates a maze of expectations, propaganda, and personal conscience, finding herself pulled between allegiance to her homeland and the stark realities she observes behind the embassy’s gilded doors. The mood is one of sly absurdity, where humor and unease coexist, inviting the audience to question the true cost of diplomatic performance in an era where peace feels like a brief intermission before the next grand production.

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