Sensitive Alaskan drama

I would like to comment on the first few pages of what is clearly building up to be a sensitive drama set in the wastes of Alaska, using the rituals of different cultures to give colourful expression the needs and emotions of the protagonists.

FADE IN:
INT. SERRA'S LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOON
Close up of a Moose head hanging on a wall. Then a picture of SERRA giving a thumbs up while her foot rests on the head of a dead polar bear.
Snow falls outside a draped window.
SERRA sits on a sofa reading a book entitled, TODAYS MILF.

There's a loud knock on the door.
SERRA
Jeepers crumpets, who could that be?
Door is opened to reveal:
Two RUSSIAN SOLDIERS in long trench coats and fur lined hats.

RUSSIAN 1
(brushing snow from
coat)
Previet! We hate to trouble you
but I'm afraid we have a flat tire.
SERRA peeks through a window next to the door. We see a smoldering Russian tank crashed into a tree in her front lawn. She shoots them a skeptical stare.
RUSSIAN 2
We were wondering if we could use
your phone to the Kremlin.
SERRA
I'm sorry fellas I don't speak
Russian.
RUSSIAN 1
Kremlin. It means, how you say?
RUSSIAN 2
(interjects)
Tow truck!
They both smile and nod.
SERRA
We'll I suppose in the spirit of
foreign relations there's no harm
in letting you in.
They thank her, enter, and sit on the sofa. SERRA sits on a chair across from them.
SERRA (CONT'D)
(points to small table)
The phone is right there. Can I
offer you gentlemen anything to
drink?
RUSSIAN 1
No thanks, we're already pretty
drunk.
Silence as the men stare at her magnificent breasts.

SERRA
Don't you guys need to make a
phone call?
RUSSIAN 2
(still staring)
Do we?
RUSSIAN 1
(to Serra)
So. Do you come here often?
SERRA
(wagging finger)
You know if I didn't know any
better I'd think you boys were
flirting with me.
RUSSIAN 1
You know if I could rearrange the
alphabet, I would put "u" and "i"
together.
SERRA smiles. She shifts position in the chair allowing the camera to see up her skirt.
RUSSIAN 2
Excuse me but I think I dropped
something.
(beat)
My Jaw!
SERRA giggles.
SERRA
(blushing)
Oh you.
RUSSIAN 1
Knock knock.
SERRA
Who's there?
RUSSIAN 1
Sherwood.
SERRA
Sherwood who?
RUSSIAN 1
Sure would like you to come over
here and (of) (souls)*
SERRA smiles. She slowly crawls across the floor.
SEX SCENE: B/B/G - SARAH, RUSSIAN 1, RUSSIAN 2
CUT TO:
* Redacted. Could also be (suck) (my) (balls)

We see the independent, striving woman of Western culture contrasted with the earthy and regimented Slav maleness.
The tank crashed against the tree tells us that the Russians have reached the end of their road. They knock on the door and ask for help. They are attracted to the freedoms of the West, yet they cling to the security of their old ways, symbolised by the wearing of their uniforms. They require a spiritual birth mother to help them through to the next stage. Serra, currently obsessed with success and consumerism, has been offered a quest. The Hero's Journey begins.
They fear revealing the true nature of their need. A buckled track becomes a flat tire. The Kremlin becomes a tow truck.
Serra, sensitive to their anxieties, invites them into her home and proffers a drink, using the age-old customs of hospitality to reassure them that they have found a safe haven. Her large breasts emphasize her nurturing nature, and by revealing that which is within her skirt, she encourages them to similarly reveal what is in their souls.

Russian 1 is the more forceful character and has clearly mastered some of the Western conventions for initiating contact. Russian 2 is backward in this respect, but nonetheless game. We look forward to Russian 1 helping his slower comrade along the path to enlightenment, translating Western concepts into a more familiar Slavic idiom.
Serra's crawl along the carpet shows she accepts her mission in all humility. We perceive an echo of the Eastern idea that the sea welcomes all rivers because it is lower.
The stage is set for a fascinating interaction between the characters. We look forward to ever more revelations as each penetrates deep into the other's core. We can but guess as to what form the climax might take.

Refer:
http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2008/10/02/2008-10-02 larry flynt is hustling up an alaskin fl.html

Martin