Scottish writer/director Armando Iannucci (Veep, The Thick of It) has taken his politically-charged brand of comedy to the big screen and adapted Fabien Nury's absurdist satirical comic, which parodies events surrounding the demise of one of the world's most ruthless dictators.
The Death of Stalin feels like Guy Ritchie's gangster
caper Snatch blended with Four Lions, Christopher Morris' topically awkward black comedy about incompetent British jihadists, as it depicts the tyrant's final days and the ensuing political scramble to fill the power vacuum.
The film follows a Soviet committee of bumbling buffoons with knives drawn and ready to plunge into the back of their respective comrades … all for the betterment of the Soviet Union, of course. In particular, Nikita Khrushchev (Steve Buscemi) and Lavrenti Beria (brilliantly played by Simon Russell Beale) duke it out in a bloody political game of chess.
What is astonishing is that many of the details, which feel engineered for comedic effect, are factually true—right down to the fumbling committee unable to find a doctor available to treat the ailing Stalin because they had all been imprisoned or executed.
Sure, cinematic liberties have bent history a little out of shape, with events condensed and players shuffled, most likely to accommodate the impressive cast. Vyacheslav Molotov (Michael Palin), for example, had resigned prior to the events unfolding in this film. Such tweaks will most likely irk historians. Me? Nah, I'll take Palin over some slight inaccuracies any day.
