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                The
                            Pianist 
  Focus Films, 148 minutes 
  Commentary by Dr. Lee Ramsey 
                 
                  Many
                      films explore the power of art to redeem human depravity,
                      but none with any more force than The Pianist. It
                      is a true story based upon the 1946 recorded memoirs of
                      the gifted concert pianist Wladyslaw Szpilman. A Polish
                      Jew, Szpilman stares straight into the evil pit of the
                      holocaust. Somehow, despite the brutal atrocities that
                      he sees and experiences, the artist not only survives but
                      retains the ability to create beauty through music.  
           
  This film garnered best acting award (Adrien Brody), best direction (Roman
  Polanski), and best adapted screenplay at the 2003 Academy Awards. Polanski
  knows this material all too well because his own family members were holocaust
  victims. But given the gravity of the subject, Hollywood honors seem trite
  even if deserved. 
           
          Don't even think about watching this movie unless you are prepared to take
  repeated spiritual and psychological blows. The movie chronicles the systematic
  violence that the WW II Nazi machine unleashes upon the 360,000 Jews of Warsaw.
  An accomplished musician, Szpilman moves from a quiet, aesthetically insulated
  confidence that the threat of the Nazis will pass to a frenzied and fortuitous
  ability to escape death. He witnesses horror upon horror as evil marches through
  Warsaw's Jewish ghetto: German soldiers dump an elderly man in a wheelchair
  from a second-story window because he cannot rise to salute the soldiers; Szpilman
  watches his own family herded onto boxcars and shunted off to "extermination";
  soldiers randomly shoot Jewish laborers at point blank range; a mother accidentally
  suffocates her own child while attempting to avoid detection --her inconsolable
  cries echo like the lament of biblical Rachel.  
           
  With the help of the Polish underground, Szpilman manages to survive as one
  of only thirty Jews left in Warsaw by the war's end. He is reduced, animal-like,
  to scrounging for food among the ruins of the ghetto. Polanski's re-creation
  of the bombed-out ghetto looks like the end of the world. Violence, hunger,
  and disease stalk Szpilman as the war rages on. Yet the musician manages to
  hang on to himself and his music. At one point, he hides in an apartment with
  a piano, but he cannot play for fear of being detected. The artist bends over
  the keyboard and pretends to play the piece in the air.  
           
  Ultimately, music is what saves Szpilman. In the movie's climactic scene, evil
  and redemption become manifest in the character of a German officer who holds
  Szpilman's life in his hands and the music that transforms him. Art awakens
  an awareness of beauty and compassion even in the persecutor's soul.  
                  Surely
                      evil cannot be any more vile than the face it showed during
                      the holocaust. Auschwitz, Dachau, and Treblinka stand as
                      searing reminders of the depth of human corruption. As
                      Elie Wiesel, another survivor of the holocaust, continually
                      reminds us, such horror should never be forgotten. Any
                      religion that cannot acknowledge such bitter fruits of
                      human sin is not worth believing. For only if we admit
                      the rank horror of evil can we hope for a God and a faith
                      strong enough to redeem it. The Pianist projects
                      evil's hideous visage upon the screens of our consciousness.
                      But right in the face of unspeakable horror comes another
                      face and another sound - the face of a surviving child
                      of God, a chosen one, placing fingers upon a keyboard and
                      creating life-sustaining, redemptive music among the ruins
                      of civilization.  
           
  Art is not religion, at least not for Jewish and Christian believers. But artists,
  at their best, often serve the ends of faith--worship of the creating and
  redeeming God. This film begs us to reckon with the relationship between the
  two. The creativity of the artist can refract, however dimly, the colors and
  sounds of a far greater Creator, the One who lavishes beauty and order upon
  chaos. When the powers of hell threaten to crush human dignity, to scorch away
  all that is loving and decent among the human community, the artist--as long
  as there is breath and strength--becomes a witness to the eternal beauty
  that can rekindle compassion from the ashes of death. It was one of the 20th
  century's greatest artists, William Faulkner, who said upon his acceptance
  of the Nobel prize that "The poet's voice need not merely be the record
  of [humanity], it can be one of the props, the pillars to help [humanity] endure
  and prevail." Art alone did not and will not prevent a holocaust, but
  when the ovens are turned off and the killing ceases, the artist begins again,
  in the spirit of God, to mend the brokenhearted remnant and compose the sights
  and sounds of a more compassionate world.  
           
          The Pianist, though based upon an unparalleled abomination,
          could hardly be more relevant for our time. Surreal images of the devastation
          of the Twin Towers still haunt our collective psyche. They blast unmitigated
          fear and pain into the human community. With the guns of war sounding
          in Iraq, and Israelis and Palestinians mowing one another down in the
          streets of Jerusalem, suffering beats down upon the heads of men, women,
          and children on all sides. In times like these, faith is in short supply,
          even for those who call upon the name of the Lord. Among its many layers
          of meaning, The Pianist reminds the faithful that as long as
          the musician plays and the painter picks up a brush, there is yet hope
          for our terribly fallen, God- blessed world. 
                  Copyright
                      @ 2003 Lee Ramsey 
                       
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