The Pianist.
This was part of a Psychological film series my college sent me in an email so I checked it out. Fabulous.
Literally my heart ached while I was watching it.
It is hard to say what makes the Pianist so poignant. Is it Brody's haunting portrayal taken almost straight out of the pages of Wladyslaw Szpilman's memoir? Is it the diligent sound mixing taking you between the beautiful magic of Szpilman's music and the deathly quiet of isolation? Or is it the fact that Roman Polanski had such a personal connection with the Warsaw ghetto experience it couldn't help but ooze onto the film?
No matter the reason this film is genius in such a genuine way I think you would be hard pressed to ever forget it. The haunting way the isolation and silence sweeps Warsaw. Watching a family, a country, a people torn and tormented by the most horrible of horrors. When the smallest glimmers of hope underscore the events that unfold. I would probably just cheapen the actual experience of this movie by trying to define how I felt about it. It was one of those rare movies that changes your view on the human spirit and makes you remember the power of cinema in bringing that spirit to the masses.
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3.17.2009
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