I’m not sure exactly what Rosenthal expected from his
trip abroad but it becomes quite clear early on that he wasn’t prepared for this
undertaking. He is thrown for a loop when he discovers that he has to invest in
Kidnapping and Rescue Insurance, an issue he is assured never comes up; he
astutely points out that if it “never” came up, there would be no need for the
insurance. Upon arriving, he meets up with his private security guard/driver
and their exchange soars right past the “awkward” stage and borders on becoming
“tense.” He is undoubtedly a stranger in a strange land and it only gets worse
from there.
Later, Rosenthal is brought to the studio (which
literally looks like every depressing, dilapidated building you’ve ever seen in
a Hollywood version of Russia) and introduced to the crack team of writers and
crew he will be working with. They show him clips from American shows that have
previously been remade and he is given a glimpse into what Russians find funny.
In my opinion, this was the best part of the entire documentary. Rosenthal is
shown a clip from the Russian version of The
Nanny, one of the most successful programs ever, which was truly atrocious.
If, like me, you believe there is no lower form of “comedy” than Fran Dresher
and The Nanny, then allow me to burst
your bubble: judging from the 30 seconds shown in Exporting Raymond, I would say the Russian version is approximately
37 times worse. That exact sentiment is written in bold across Rosenthal’s face
as he looks around the room at his laughing coworkers and realizes he’s bitten
off far more than he could possibly chew. It is moment that is both hilarious
and a little bit heartbreaking.
As Exporting
Raymond progresses, we see more and more conflicts unfold for Rosenthal.
The casting process alone turns out to be a major hassle as the actor Rosenthal
wants to play the Raymond character is unable to get leave from his theater
company and he is replaced with an actor who appears to be the Russian
equivalent of Paul Walker in terms of acting ability. To top it all off,
Rosenthal doesn’t get along with the director of the pilot episode, who seems
to regard him as a nuisance and refuses to listen to his advice, which is, of
course, the only reason he was brought in.
The greatest strength of Exporting Raymond is its ability to point out the dramatic
differences between the Russian culture and our own with a simple, understated
style. This is a, “Let the camera roll and see what happens” sort of
documentary and there’s very little in the way or post-production or narration;
rather, for the most part, the audience sees what Rosenthal sees and his
reactions which are generally priceless. There are times when the film loses
focus and becomes somewhat dull and even at its best, there’s nothing
excessively funny or definitively special about Exporting Raymond. But it still serves as a quirky, fun, and
moderately insightful piece of work that is worth a viewing if for no other
reason than to experience Rosenthal’s dumbfounded facial expressions for
yourself.
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