The Diplomatic Pouch

I could tell this was going to be good in the first few minutes.

A Soviet diplomat is being pursued by the evil British police and is fatally injured by a railway line (incidently the visuals certainly hint at what Dovzhenko was to achieve in the way of memorable imagary) and finds shelter with a railway worker. He dies (naturally having a vision of Lenin as he passes) and entrusts the eponymous pouch to the worker - who just happens to have a relative heading to Leningrad with his ship and all the sailors just happen to be Soviet sympathisers. Will they escape the evil Bourgoise police?!?!?!?

Ok it is a naive film, and some of it might irritate those who were not pro Soviet (though in its defence it was far less rabid than say Eisenstein's efforts) but it is entertaining and an interesting period piece.