This film was apparently panned on release due to its excessive length and it is certainly true that some scenes and the script should have been attacked with a scalpel. The framing round the memories of an American woman gives the unfortunate first-impression that this will be some kind of US mini-series. But this story of the chocolate-box soldier-cadets of 1880s Tsarist Russia is strangely affecting when dealing with what it knows about - the idiosyncrasies and silliness of pre-communist Russia, and there is a memorable performance by Oleg Menshikov as a theatrically excitable cadet swept up in a passionate coup de foudre with a mysterious American woman. He has the most naturally expressive very Russian sad-clown face, and he uses it to such great effect. Some elements of the plot jar: Julia Ormonde's back story is introduced in a barely understandable or credible fashion, and Richard Harris used in a way that is merely irritating. The ending is hard to believe given what has gone before. One gets the feeling of a great missed opportunity, spoiled by the need for international cooperation and funding. If you read the whole thing as a metaphor for modern Russia - American culture is alluring and tempting, but don't get involved as it will destroy your innocence and mess up your life!