"Montreal film stirs up laughs when a well-off teenager turns into high school rabble-rouser"
You want the quickie Reader's Digest capsule description of The Trotsky? Just think of it as Ferris Bueller's Day Off, that 1986 teen cult classic from the late, great John Hughes, but with one teenie-weenie little alteration. This 21st-century Montreal version of Ferris is convinced he is the reincarnation of a legendary Russian revolutionary.
In the inspired, often-dangerously-funny screenplay from too-talented Montreal writer-director Jacob Tierney, this new-school Ferris Bueller is, in fact, Leon Bronstein, a well-to-do teenager from west end Montreal who is ... well, The Trotsky. He thinks he's Leon Trotsky, one of the key architects of the Russian Revolution, and that, not so surprisingly, doesn't go down well with his enthusiastically capitalist factory-owning dad.
The Trotsky is a rarity on many fronts. It's an English-Canadian movie that isn't afraid to attempt to court a mainstream audience, it's an anglo-Montreal flick that is all-too-happy to include a little bit of français and acknowledge that even us blokes live in a mostly-French city, and, best of all, it's a love letter to our town's west side. In short, what's not to like? ...