I'm not sure how much more sadness I can take. Just when I thought last night's fare was tragic, I find it can get much, much worse.
For a time, I didn't think I'd make it through "The Pianist". The beginning is so brutally raw - graphic without being gratuitous - there were moments my throat just seized up and I wasn't sure what I needed to expel - whether I'd vomit or scream at the images but, instead, I just wept and wept and wept.
What two parts struck me most:
1) Wladyslaw Szpilman carrying the huge can of melon (?), toward the end - exhausted yet so hungry and so intent on retaining his prize that even facing what he must have thought was his imminent death at the hands of the German officer, he kept it with him.
2) Wladyslaw Szpilman playing for the Polish radio, at the end, and the joy-melting-into-sorrow that crosses his face as he meets his friend's eyes through the glass. I almost felt ashamed watching that moment - like a voyeur...like a rubbernecker - who has no business witnessing the raw emotion of someone who's suffered such incredible loss. My hat is off to Adrian Brody for such an incredible performance.
Someone pop in "You've Got Mail"; I need a fluff infusion.
For a time, I didn't think I'd make it through "The Pianist". The beginning is so brutally raw - graphic without being gratuitous - there were moments my throat just seized up and I wasn't sure what I needed to expel - whether I'd vomit or scream at the images but, instead, I just wept and wept and wept.
What two parts struck me most:
1) Wladyslaw Szpilman carrying the huge can of melon (?), toward the end - exhausted yet so hungry and so intent on retaining his prize that even facing what he must have thought was his imminent death at the hands of the German officer, he kept it with him.
2) Wladyslaw Szpilman playing for the Polish radio, at the end, and the joy-melting-into-sorrow that crosses his face as he meets his friend's eyes through the glass. I almost felt ashamed watching that moment - like a voyeur...like a rubbernecker - who has no business witnessing the raw emotion of someone who's suffered such incredible loss. My hat is off to Adrian Brody for such an incredible performance.
Someone pop in "You've Got Mail"; I need a fluff infusion.