The Pianist is the honest narrative of Władysław Szpilman. During that time, he was Poland’s most acclaimed pianist whose existence was altered during the Nazi invasion of Warsaw beginning in 1939 and how he suffered the Holocaust through stoicism and exceptional luck.
I can not get this film out of my brain. It is so unusual that a motion picture can touch me the way “The Pianist” did. I wept during “Schindler’s List,” I sobbed while watching this film. Everything that goes on in this film is so sad.
The pianist offers a meandering character, almost a witness of other people and his own horrors. He looks to float and wander along with the film like a lost feather with characters appearing and disappearing from his life, some comforting, others taking advantage of his gentle despair, always holding an almost blank, detached attitude. One may even wonder why we should care about this spirit. But we care. That is I presume the secret to this film’s poetry.
Adrien Brody does a phenomenal job of depicting the overall behavior of melancholy, being only, being hated. I was just so frightened for him and mourned for him during the whole film while he was on the run. He transcended my hopes. His physical transformation was unbelievable, but how he brought the suffering of this man shockingly well – in both rhetorical and non-verbal situations.
The cruel scenes between the Nazis and the Warsaw Jews were more horrifying and dreadful than any horror/suspense movie I have seen in some time, perhaps ever. The humiliation and complete loss are wrenching. The camera does not flinch or subdue any of these atrocities.
Overall, The Pianist is one of the most precise and horrific details of the treatment of the Jews by the Nazis, with the surrounding in Warsaw well apprehended and authentic. The Pianist will prevail in the record of film-making as the most touching and lifelike sketches of the massacre ever made.