Well, you'll have to travel to Russia to see it. And you won't believe who it's not about.

From a Feb. 5 Reuters article:

A young KGB spy falls in love with an air hostess called Lyudmila and then conquers the Kremlin.

Sounds familiar? The plot of Russia's latest film bears a remarkable resemblance to the life of President Vladimir Putin.

The film, "Kiss Me: Off The Record", breaks a taboo which has kept Putin's love life firmly under wraps.

The official release is set for Valentine's Day, two weeks before Russians vote for a successor to Putin, who is stepping down after eight years in office. Backers hope to outdo recent Hollywood hit "Pirates of the Caribbean" in Russian DVD sales.

You'll also want to see this deliciously bitchy Feb. 7 Guardian piece:

"What is he like in his life and in the family?" ponders the movie's strapline. "What is he in his soul? Will he have room left in his heart for love?"

Compelling questions, every one. And yet the answers may not be readily forthcoming, seeing as the film is only being released in Russia, on DVD, and might not even be about Putin anyway. "It is a story about a woman whose husband is very busy at work," explains its producer. "A woman who wants a family and children and wants to see her beloved person close to her." Yeah, right. Put that way, A Kiss: Off the Record doesn't sound half so interesting.

It's hard not to have some sympathy for the outgoing Russian president, who seems peculiarly cursed by these cinematic incursions into his private life. A few years back, for instance, he was reported to have been furious with the makers of the Harry Potter films over his perceived resemblance to Dobby, the house elf.

Who cares whether this story was true or not. I can so picture the scene. Poor Putin, settling down in his local Multiplex to enjoy the latest adventures of the pubescent boy sorcerer and his fetching little witch, only to find himself troubled by a growing disquiet. Who is that grotesque goblin that keeps running onto the set? Has he perhaps met it somewhere before? And then the thunderclap of revelation. His popcorn falling from nerveless hands; an explosion of mirth in the audience behind. "Hey Pooty! That thing look just like you!" A horrible memory; his evening ruined. First that - and now this.