Kafka meets The Prisoner in what must be the most brightly colored concentration-camp film ever, The Last Butterfly. Leading a mostly Czechoslovakian cast, the brilliant Tom Courtenay (The Dresser) plays a renowned Parisian mime forced by the Nazis to stage a performance in Terezin, the model city designed to show the world how beneficently the Germans treated their ''citizens'' (Jewish children and adults awaiting ''transport''). It's the perfect setup for a third-rate Schindler's List: the uplifting story of a flawed gentile who rescues the Jews and gets streets in New Jersey named after him. Only that's not what ends up happening. Once you get beyond the cacophony of inappropriate accents and overly histrionic sequences, The Last Butterfly repeatedly defies expectations.B+
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