Showing posts with label Poland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poland. Show all posts

Friday, 26 August 2016

I, OLGA HEPNAROVA ***** 5-Star Contemporary Masterpiece - Revised Fantasia 2016 Review By Greg Klymkiw at Electric Sheep Magazine

The astonishing young actress Michalina Olzanska delivers one of the great screen performances of the new millennium.
I, OLGA HEPNAROVA
Dir. Petr Kazda, Tomas Weinreb
Starring: Michalina Olszanska

Review By Greg Klymkiw

A grim, superbly realized feature-length dramatic biography about the last person ever executed in Czechoslovakia. Writer-directors Petr Kazda and Tomas Weinreb have crafted a compulsive, moving and shocking film about mental illness as a genuine affliction. It can result in evil actions, but the perpetrators are, more often than not, sick in mind, body and soul. Healing and caring has escaped them. I, Olga Hepnarová speaks not just for one, but all of them.

THE FILM CORNER RATING: *****

Read the full review at Electric Sheep HERE.

Monday, 18 July 2016

DEMON - FANTASIA 2016 - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Polish Dybbuk Terrorizes Montreal

Demon (2015)
Dir. Marcin Wrona
Starring: Itay Tiran, Agnieszka Żulewska

Review By Greg Klymkiw

The dybbuk has always been one of the most bloodcurdling supernatural creatures, yet its presence in contemporary horror films has, for the most part, been surprisingly absent. Rooted in Jewish mythology, it is the spirit of someone who has suffered a great indignity just before death and seeks to adhere itself to the soul of a living person in order to end its own purgatorial suffering. Alas, it causes as much nerve-shredding pain to the spirit as it does to the body of the one who is possessed. Invading the physical vessel in which a fully formed spirit already resides is no easy task and can result in a battle of wills, which not only implodes within, but tends to explode into the material world with a vengeance.

Demon successfully and chillingly brings this nasty, unholy terror to where it belongs, upon the silver screen, as opposed to the natural world. The late Polish filmmaker Marcin Wrona (who died suddenly and mysteriously at age 42, just one week after the film’s world premiere at the 2015 Toronto International Film Festival) hooks us immediately and reels us in with an almost sadistically gleeful use of cinema’s power to assail us with suspense of the highest order.


On the eve of his wedding to the beautiful Zaneta (Agnieszka Żulewska), the handsome young groom Peter (Itay Tiran) discovers the remains of a long-dead corpse in an open grave on the grounds of his father-in-law’s sprawling country estate. He becomes obsessed with this ghoulish treasure lying within the unconsecrated earth of a property bestowed upon the couple as a wedding gift. Not only will the nuptials be performed and celebrated here, but the happy twosome have been blessed with this gorgeous old house and lands as their future home.

Much of the film’s stylishly creepy events take place over the course of the wedding day. Wrona juggles a sardonic perspective with outright shuddersome horror during the mounting drunken celebrations at this extremely traditional Polish wedding. As the band plays, the guests dance between healthy guzzles of vodka, whilst the dybbuk clings to the poor groom, his body and soul wracked with pain.


When Peter begins to convulse violently, the lone Jewish guest at the Roman Catholic wedding, an elderly academic, is the one person who correctly identifies the problem.

Wrona’s camera dips, twirls and swirls with abandon as the celebratory affair becomes increasingly fraught with a strange desperation. Are the guests merely addled with booze, or is the estate a huge graveyard of Jews murdered during the Holocaust?

Is it possible that an army of dybbuks is seeking an end to their lonely, painful purgatory?

Demon raises many questions, but supplies no easy answers. What it delivers, however, is one of the scariest, most sickeningly creepy horror films of the year. If anything, the dybbuk has finally found a home in the movies, and we’re the beneficiaries of Wrona’s natural gifts as a filmmaker, as well as the largesse of this ancient supernatural entity, which so happily enters our own collective consciousness as we experience its nail-biting havoc over a not-so-holy matrimonial union.

THE FILM CORNER RATING: **** 4-Stars

DEMON enjoys its Montreal premiere at Fantasia 2016 in Montreal. This review was first published at Electric Sheep - a deviant view of cinema.

Friday, 6 May 2016

DEMON - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Toronto Jewish Film Festival (TJFF 2016) - The late Marcin Wrona's dybbuk thriller one of the scariest, sickeningly creepy horror films of 2015

Demon (2015)
Dir. Marcin Wrona
Starring: Itay Tiran, Agnieszka Żulewska

Review By Greg Klymkiw

The dybbuk has always been one of the most bloodcurdling supernatural creatures, yet its presence in contemporary horror films has, for the most part, been surprisingly absent. Rooted in Jewish mythology, it is the spirit of someone who has suffered a great indignity just before death and seeks to adhere itself to the soul of a living person in order to end its own purgatorial suffering. Alas, it causes as much nerve-shredding pain to the spirit as it does to the body of the one who is possessed. Invading the physical vessel in which a fully formed spirit already resides is no easy task and can result in a battle of wills, which not only implodes within, but tends to explode into the material world with a vengeance.

Demon successfully and chillingly brings this nasty, unholy terror to where it belongs, upon the silver screen, as opposed to the natural world. The late Polish filmmaker Marcin Wrona (who died suddenly and mysteriously at age 42, just one week after the film’s world premiere at the 2015 Toronto International Film Festival) hooks us immediately and reels us in with an almost sadistically gleeful use of cinema’s power to assail us with suspense of the highest order.


On the eve of his wedding to the beautiful Zaneta (Agnieszka Żulewska), the handsome young groom Peter (Itay Tiran) discovers the remains of a long-dead corpse in an open grave on the grounds of his father-in-law’s sprawling country estate. He becomes obsessed with this ghoulish treasure lying within the unconsecrated earth of a property bestowed upon the couple as a wedding gift. Not only will the nuptials be performed and celebrated here, but the happy twosome have been blessed with this gorgeous old house and lands as their future home.

Much of the film’s stylishly creepy events take place over the course of the wedding day. Wrona juggles a sardonic perspective with outright shuddersome horror during the mounting drunken celebrations at this extremely traditional Polish wedding. As the band plays, the guests dance between healthy guzzles of vodka, whilst the dybbuk clings to the poor groom, his body and soul wracked with pain.


When Peter begins to convulse violently, the lone Jewish guest at the Roman Catholic wedding, an elderly academic, is the one person who correctly identifies the problem.

Wrona’s camera dips, twirls and swirls with abandon as the celebratory affair becomes increasingly fraught with a strange desperation. Are the guests merely addled with booze, or is the estate a huge graveyard of Jews murdered during the Holocaust?

Is it possible that an army of dybbuks is seeking an end to their lonely, painful purgatory?

Demon raises many questions, but supplies no easy answers. What it delivers, however, is one of the scariest, most sickeningly creepy horror films of the year. If anything, the dybbuk has finally found a home in the movies, and we’re the beneficiaries of Wrona’s natural gifts as a filmmaker, as well as the largesse of this ancient supernatural entity, which so happily enters our own collective consciousness as we experience its nail-biting havoc over a not-so-holy matrimonial union.

THE FILM CORNER RATING: **** 4-Stars

DEMON can be seen at the Toronto Jewish Film Festival (TJFF 2016). My review was first published at Electric Sheep - a deviant view of cinema.

Sunday, 20 September 2015

DEMON - Review By Greg Klymkiw at "ELECTRIC SHEEP - a deviant view of cinema" TIFF 2015: Chilling Polish Dybbuk Horror Thriller by 42-year-old Director who died one week after World Premiere at TIFF


Marcin Wrona, the brilliant young Polish filmmaker presented the World Premiere of his chilling horror film DEMON in the Vanguard Series at the Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF 2015) one week before his sudden death in Poland on September 18, 2015. My **** 4-Star review can be read at Electric Sheep by clicking HERE.

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

BABY BLUES - TIFF 2012 - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Nobody makes movies quite like Kasia Roslaniec. With her first feature Mall Girls and now her new picture, the extraordinary Baby Blues, she tackles very serious and important issues with respect to the challenges young teenage girls face in the modern world. Her movies rock! Big time!


Baby Blues (2012) ****
dir.
Kasia
Roslaniec

Starring:
Magdalena Berus,
Nikodem Rozbicki


TIFF 2012 - Contemporary World Cinema
Review By Greg Klymkiw

Nobody makes movies quite like Kasia Roslaniec. With her first feature Mall Girls and now her new picture, the extraordinary Baby Blues, she tackles very serious and important issues with respect to the challenges young teenage girls face in the modern world and yet, her touch is never didactic, humourless, rife with a bludgeon of dour political correctness, nor hampered with the ultra-conservative by-the-numbers after-school-special-styled dreariness so prevalent in similarly-themed works from North America (and especially, God Help Our Nation's Cinema, Canada).

Her movies rock! Big time!

Baby Blues tackles the subject of teen pregnancy. Sounds dull, right? Sounds like you've seen it all before and then some, right? Sounds like something you'd not go out of your way to see, right? Well, it's none of those things and to skip it, you'd be skipping one of the most original, heartfelt, humanist and rooted-in-realism pictures to ever deal with this subject matter.

The movie crackles with life, but it's also deliriously romantic, moving and exactly the sort of picture that needs to be seen by tween, teen and adult women. Maybe more importantly, guys need to see it, too. Guys of all ages. We're so inundated with false portraits of female sexuality generated by most male filmmakers, but sadly, by women also, that Baby Blues is pure magic - a movie with no false notes and yet imbued with the highest degree of entertainment value.

One of the things that makes the movie work so well is its director's exquisite, devil-may-care mise-en-scène. Roslaniec breaks every rule in the book, but does so as someone who clearly understands what the rules are or at least has that filmmaking DNA so hardwired into her very being that her instincts are spot-on. She also has a gift for how rules need to be broken in order to deliver a movie that will pulsate with life and resonate far beyond other movies that will be long forgotten.

On one hand, she injects a delightfully wonky verité nuttiness into so much of the picture and yet, none of the whirling, hand-held images have that annoyingly sloppy shaky-cam that bad filmmakers use to try and coverup the fact that they really have no talent (and that, on occasion, audiences and critics make the mistake of thinking positively towards).

Roslaniec uses this technique ONLY when it is emotionally and dramatically necessary to do so. As well, not unlike Paul Greengrass, the technique - while natural in the sense that we do not see her consciously using it - has the strong feeling that it's been planned down the last detail.

On the other hand, when Roslaniec needs (or wants) to deliver more classical approaches to her mise-en-scène it's there in spades, but never do we feel that her varied directorial techniques are a mish-mash. They are so seamless, that one almost doesn't notice them. If anything, this approach is what makes her films, and Baby Blues in particular, so dramatically compelling.

There's even a fabulous cutting style employed throughout the film where cuts to black are inserted, held on, then cut out of to picture - often within the same dramatic sequence.

She's also not afraid to let scenes play out in one shot without cuts - a technique many master filmmakers employ, but one that is seldom utilized in young filmmakers who feel the need to cut constantly - as if this annoying Attention Deficit Disorder approach will pick up the pace. Heavy cutting actually has the effect of slowing the pace down because it interferes with the natural dramatic rhythms of the scenes. Roslaniec never makes this mistake - scenes play out in ways they NEED to play out.

Given that the film is about a teenage girl who has a baby sired by her unwitting boyfriend and that she is bound and determined to keep it, there's one incredible moment of cinema that I feel is as sublime as the smile on Chaplin's face at the end of City Lights or the noble owl presiding over the animal graveyard in Rene Clement's Forbidden Games or John Merrick's responses to the pantomime performance in David Lynch's The Elephant Man.

The scene occurs between the teenage girl Natalia (Magdalena Berus) after a frantic visit to the hospital with her baby boy Antek. Natalia is huddled with her baby on a metro train as it hurtles along. Roslaniec holds on a shot of such dramatic power and beauty you can hardly believe your eyes that it's happening. She holds and holds and holds the shot and then, when you suspect she's going to cut out of it, she holds it even longer.

All I can say is this: If this scene fails to move you to tears (and perhaps sobs), I suspect you might not be human.

The movie is full of moments like this. They're not all imbued with the same emotional wallops. Some of them are very small and delicate. Often, they are found in scenes where Natalia and her well-meaning, amiably clueless dope-smoking boyfriend Kuba (Nikodem Rozbicki) are navigating the unfamiliar waters of domestic life and parenthood.

What's especially phenomenal is that Roslaniec so beautifully and truthfully captures how quickly these two people try to adapt to the responsibilities that come from being parents. What she captures is truthful - not only to young people - but frankly, just as truthful to those who are supposedly far more mature than this couple. For those who have experienced being parents and those who have not, you never feel like Roslaniec's manipulations are cloyingly by-the-book, but are, rather, infused with life itself.

Baby Blues is a movie that will resonate on so many levels for so many people. It will bring them face to face with realities they might have experienced themselves or, at the very least, realities they feel they could someday face. The movie achieves this in ways that are wholly original and a touch that veers from bold to sweetly gossamer.

I'm also thankful that Roslaniec is making the films that she is making. My own little girl has seen them and they're exactly the sort of films I know she will come back to as the years progress. They are films that will both delight and empower her as both a woman and a human being.

This is a great film. It might be unfair to greedily expect this, but filmmaker Kasia Roslaniec has plenty of greatness left in her and I, for one, will be keeping my eyes and heart open for more films from this filmmaker. I will demand and expect continued bravery and artistry of even higher levels.

In the meantime, there is Baby Blues to contend with. Missing it should be a capital offence of artistic neglect.

"Baby Blues" is playing at the Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF 2012) Wednesday September 12 Cineplex Yonge & Dundas 4 9:00 PM and Saturday September 15 Cineplex Yonge & Dundas 2 12:15 PM. For ticket information visit the TIFF website HERE.






Friday, 31 August 2012

MALL GIRLS - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Polish director Katarzyna Roslaniec made this dazzling debut at TIFF 2009. She's back at TIFF 2012 with a new film, "Baby Blues". "Mall Girls" is an extremely moving portrait of young teenage women and recommended viewing before or after seeing "Baby Blues".

Three years ago, the Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF 2009) presented an extraordinary feature length debut by director Katarzyna Roslaniec called "Mall Girls".

Coming to TIFF 2012 is a new film from this talented director. Entitled "Baby Blues", it will be showing at TIFF 2012 Monday September 10 Cineplex Yonge & Dundas 9 6:00 PM, Wednesday September 12 Cineplex Yonge & Dundas 4 9:00 PM and Saturday September 15 Cineplex Yonge & Dundas 2 12:15 PM.

I have had a chance since I first saw "Mall Girls" to see it a couple of more times. Here's a new revised version of a piece I first wrote in 2009.

Mall Girls
Galerianki
(2009) ***1/2
Dir. Katarzyna Roslaniec
Starring: Anna Karczmarczyk,
Dagmara Krasowska, Dominika Gwit, Magdalena Ciurzynska

Review By Greg Klymkiw

The most alarming trend in Central and Eastern Europe since the fall of Communism has been the sexual exploitation of women. In spite of the promise of a new life through capitalism and the free market, pretty much all of these countries have suffered a drastic rise in poverty and homelessness.

Add to the mix an Old World patriarchy that remains entrenched in Slavic cultures, a veritable explosion of organized crime and an increasing demand for sexual services – life for many young women has become desperate, cheap and dangerous. The combination of basic needs not being met and an ever-multiplying Western-styled consumerism creeping into the consciousness of the people through advertising has meant a rise in women either choosing to be prostitutes, or worse (as so expertly detailed in investigative journalist Victor Malarek’s shocking book “The Natashas”), women are duped and/or kidnapped and subsequently forced into prostitution. One million women per year from Eastern Europe disappear and are sold into sexual slavery.

Mall Girls, a Polish film by director Katarzyna Roslaniec, is a terrific feature length debut. Focusing upon the lives of several disadvantaged 14-year-old girls, it is an exquisitely directed piece of filmmaking.

Using a swirling, occasionally jittery camera and settings that offer stunning contrasts between the colour-dappled world of the mall where the girls find true happiness and the dank hallways and scuzzy, cramped apartments in housing projects where the grime and poverty ache with despair, Roslaniec creates a visual palate that reflects the dichotomous lives of the girls. We see both the dreams (the mall, consumerism and easy money) and the realities (squalid homes where physical abuse and poverty run rampant, cramped classrooms presided over by frustrated teachers and sordid backdrops for all manner of sexual activity).

When I first saw the film, I felt quite strongly that an intermittently fine screenplay betrayed this perfection by veering into territory that seemed too expected and finally, much too convenient. Luckily, the film holds up very well on subsequent viewings in spite of this.

I still feel like the story rushes to a conclusion that strains the credibility the film garners in its first two-thirds. I wonder now, too, if this is less a script problem as perhaps one that occurred with respect to exigencies of production (perhaps on-set rewriting to compensate for lack of time to garner all the elements on the page) and/or post-production (where the result might have been a lack of footage to begin with or a second-guessing of what footage existed). Or, perhaps this is precisely the way the director wanted to make it. And there are also several elements within the screenplay that do work beautifully in tandem with other elements that work very well.

My quibbles aside, Roslaniec ends the film with such a daring and evocative final shot, that one forgives and frankly forgets the script’s eventual deficiencies in its last act. Film, after all, is a visual medium and as such, the final image speaks volumes.

The movie is dazzlingly directed and Roslaniec elicits fresh, natural and realistic performances from her young cast. All these elements combine to exquisitely capture the contrasts in these girls’ lives. Between their burgeoning sexuality and their willingness to risk it all for emotionless, loveless sex in exchange for money and other favours, the film delivers reality-based polar opposites to render a very solid narrative conflict that drives the film forward.

Mall Girls very successfully navigates the area of public school peer pressure and the various rollercoaster-like emotional rides these women are taken on, and indeed, choose to take.

This touching portrait of how womanhood in European cultures rooted in a Slavic tradition is assaulted, perverted and exploited is imbued with a very indelible reality. In a society and culture so full of promise, it bitterly offers only despair and easy ways to make poor and often tragic choices.

Countries like Poland, Russia and Ukraine have an ages-old history of a warrior mentality. It might take another thousand years to fully dissipate. Though in fairness to those traditions, one could also point to Western influences as having their own form of negative impact upon the treatment of women. To blend that with a male-centric combatants' mentality is a highly combustible mixture.

"Baby Blues", the new film from Kasia Roslaniec plays TIFF 2012. For ticket info, visit the TIFF website HERE.







Friday, 15 June 2012

THE WOMAN IN THE FIFTH - Review By Greg Klymkiw -

The Woman
in the Fifth

(2011)
dir. Pawel Pawlikowski
Starring: Ethan Hawke,
Kristin Scott Thomas,
Joanna Kulig,
Samir Guesmi
*1/2


Review By Greg Klymkiw

While there is much to admire in Pawel Pawlikowski's film adaptation of a book by Douglas Kennedy, the movie is finally a big mess. Its chief failing is a preponderance of half-baked artsy ambiguities that - within the context of its genre, the psychological thriller - begin to annoy and finally, dissatisfy.

Things begin promisingly, though.

A disheveled academic and one-book-wonder author played by Ethan Hawke, arrives in Paris to re-establish ties with his estranged French wife and daughter. There are hints of mental illness and abuse that result in his comely ex calling the police to invoke the power of a restraining order.

Hawke flees.

Under considerable duress and jet lag, he falls asleep on a bus. His luggage and wallet are pilfered during his deep slumber and the friendly folks at Paris Transit boot him off the bus at the end of the line.

The end of the line.

This should have been my first hint that I was now on the Hershey Highway of Pretension, but when Hawke stumbles into a strange bar and pension run by a charmingly sleazy Samir Guesmi and his voluptuous Polish squeeze played by Joanna Kulig, mild intrigue in the proceedings won the day.

When he happens upon an exotic Eastern European beauty played by Kristin Scott Thomas who takes a special interest in his schwance, I was especially hooked.

When Guesmi offers Hawke a mysterious job in exchange for room and board, the work and setting are so creepy and perverse I was transfixed.

When Guesmi's Polish sex kitten spreads her milky thighs for some prodigious Ethan Hawke pronging, the movie reeled me in hook, line and sinker.

Man, things are damn peachy in Paris for unwashed, unshaven and unstable American academics.

How peachy are they?

They're so peachy that even an unwashed, unshaven and unstable American academic can land the best poon-tang the City of Light has to offer.

Alas, the whole movie is a tease. Rich atmosphere, fine performances and a few genuine moments of suspense are not enough to deliver a satisfying movie. Red herrings are piled on top of red herrings and then, more red herrings. We keep watching in hopes that things will begin mounting and that the picture is going to deliver a Polanski-styled wallop.

It doesn't.

By the end of the picture you're left with too many questions, no answers and a dissatisfying denouement. The movie tries to have its cake and eat it too by setting up the aura of a thriller, dabbling with cerebral elements and not paying off.

Not good enough, Pawel. You clearly have some gifts as a filmmaker, but you need to remove that butt-plug of pretence if you want to blend a thriller with art film tropes.

If anything, The Woman in the Fifth reminded me less of Polanksi and more of Michelangelo Antonioni's The Passenger. With oodles of mystery and ambiguity within the context of an American in a strange land, the Italian maestro's film is richly layered, gorgeously structured and the ambiguity is woven seamlessly into its narrative and thematic elements - unlike Pawlikowski's inconsequential offering,

Antonioni offers plenty of fat on a silver platter to chew on.

Pawlikowski, on the other hand, tosses us gristle on the dog-shit-dappled sidewalks of Paris - to nibble on in the futile search for something resembling satisfaction.

"The Woman in the Fifth" is currently in theatrical release via Mongrel Media.

Friday, 8 June 2012

IN DARKNESS - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Now on DVD and Blu-Ray Via Mongrel Media and Sony, Agnieszka Holland's Academy Award Nominated Polish-Canadian Co-production tells the harrowing tale of Jews hiding in the sewers of Lviv during World War II


In Darkness (2011)

dir. Agnieszka Holland

Starring:

Robert Wieckiewicz,
Benno Fürmann,
Michal Zurawski,
Kinga Preis,
Agnieszka Grochowska,
Maria Schrader,
Herbert Knaup

****

Review By
Greg Klymkiw



Whenever a new film about the Holocaust appears, the oft-heard refrain is, "Not another one!" It's as if the subject itself is enough to inspire such dismissive reactions - which, frankly, I've never understood. Genocide is one of the greatest blights upon mankind as a species and given the especially horrific events of the 20th century, stories such as In Darkness must be told.

Set in the Ukrainian city of Lviv during World War II, we're introduced to the Polish plumber and sewer-worker Leopold Socha (Robert Wieckiewicz) who supplements his livelihood during the Nazi occupation by thieving and black marketeering. A group of people in the Jewish ghetto have burrowed into the sewers in order to escape the impending horrors that await them. Socha happens upon the Jews and agrees to hide them beneath the old city where nobody will find them - for a price, of course.

A major payday awaits when Socha's old friend Bortnick (Michal Zurawski), a member of the Ukrainian SS, mentions the substantial reward available for pointing officials to Jews in hiding. Socha gets the bright idea of soaking his Jewish charges until their money runs out and THEN betraying them for the bounty.

War, however, has different effects upon different people. Some take the easy road, while others face up to who they really are and make sacrifices with their very lives.

Much of the film takes place in the dank, dark sewers of Lviv and we are privy to the horrendous conditions the Jews must live in order to survive. While we follow Socha's adventures above ground, life for the Jews is presented in clear juxtaposition.

Here is where David F. Shamoon's screenplay adaptation of Robert Marshall's book really shines. Given the number of characters, above and below ground that must be juggled, he presents a series of evocative portraits on both sides of the divide. Above ground, not everyone is a villain, whilst below ground, not everyone is a saint. The screenplay provides humanity with a layered dramatic resonance.

The fine script allows for a flawless cast to deliver a series of performances that will burn in your memory long after seeing the film. Holland's direction is precise and classical. She doesn't miss any dramatic beats and it's finally a movie that never lets up - it's compelling, surprising, shocking and finally, profoundly moving from beginning to end.

I have one major quibble, however. I will admit that it would probably not even be a problem if I was NOT of Ukrainian heritage, but luckily I am, because it allowed me to pinpoint a missing political element that might well have added an even deeper layer to this fine film.

Here's the problem, as I see it. The city of Lviv was, prior to the Nazis marching in, already an occupied city. Poland had claimed a huge portion of Western Ukraine as its own and parachuted (so to speak) huge numbers of Polish citizens to populate and run the city. Many Ukrainians were forced out and eventually settled in outlying areas of the Oblast. Being in the midst of researching my own family tree, I have discovered that a great many of my blood ancestors were driven out of Lviv by the Poles. Ironically, many of them formed their own village which also bore my surname. The village was subsequently destroyed by the Poles when they decided to build a dam and flood the whole village. From there, my ancestors split up and settled even further West in and around Ternopil.

I have to admit that in light of this research I was troubled that the script ignored the fact that this "Polish" city was, in fact, already an occupied city prior to the Nazis. I was further disturbed that the only Ukrainian character in the tale was portrayed as a vile Jew-hating pig who doesn't collaborate with the Nazis for the usual reasons Ukrainians collaborated (many were duped into believing the Nazis would be their liberators from both Polish and Russian oppression). These are issues of ethnocentric ignorance that are hurtful, but let's cast them aside for a moment and think about this otherwise compelling story if it had added the element of Poles being an occupying force to begin with who were, in turn occupied. From a narrative standpoint, I'd argue this might have made the piece far more interesting and added an additional layer of complexity to one in which the filmmakers do not present easy Hollywood-style answers to the dilemmas facing all the characters.

It's the fact that the screenplay so diligently creates drama and conflict by presenting a myriad of complexities within the characters that it disappoints me the film did not take the time or effort to explore this avenue also.

This will no doubt be seen as an easily dismissed and biased quibble, but the fact remains that World War II and the Holocaust are fraught with horrendous sufferings and issues that are not black and white.

Some biases, it seems, are acceptable, while others are not.

The bottom line though, is that it's a terrific film. That said, even great pictures have potential to be greater and I believe my "bias" might well have improved the tale considerably.

"In Darkness", 2011 Oscar nominee for Best Foreign Language Film is currently available on Blu-Ray and DVD via Mongrel Media. The transfer is especially exquisite - capturing every detail and the deep blacks. Though a commentary by a WWII history specialist and Holland seems kind of a no-brainer for a picture like this, no such additional featur exists. We have to suffice with a half hour video Q and A with Holland and a pretty interesting half hour video doc wherein Holland meets one of the actual survivors of the story.

Monday, 13 February 2012

IN DARKNESS - Review by Greg Klymkiw - This powerful true story of the Holocaust, a Canadian-Polish co-production, has been nominated for a Foreign Language Oscar. The true story of a Polish war profiteer in the Ukrainian city of Lviv during WWII is replete with great performances, a fine screenplay by David F. Shamoon and expert direction from Agnieszka Holland.


In Darkness (2011) dir. Agnieszka Holland
Starring: Robert Wieckiewicz, Benno Fürmann, Michal Zurawski, Kinga Preis, Agnieszka Grochowska, Maria Schrader, Herbert Knaup

****

By Greg Klymkiw

Whenever a new film about the Holocaust appears, the oft-heard refrain is, "Not another one!" It's as if the subject itself is enough to inspire such dismissive reactions - which, frankly, I've never understood. Genocide is one of the greatest blights upon mankind as a species and given the especially horrific events of the 20th century, stories such as In Darkness must be told.

Set in the Ukrainian city of Lviv during World War II, we're introduced to the Polish plumber and sewer-worker Leopold Socha (Robert Wieckiewicz) who supplements his livelihood during the Nazi occupation by thieving and black marketeering. A group of people in the Jewish ghetto have burrowed into the sewers in order to escape the impending horrors that await them. Socha happens upon the Jews and agrees to hide them beneath the old city where nobody will find them - for a price, of course.

A major payday awaits when Socha's old friend Bortnick (Michal Zurawski), a member of the Ukrainian SS, mentions the substantial reward available for pointing officials to Jews in hiding. Socha gets the bright idea of soaking his Jewish charges until their money runs out and THEN betraying them for the bounty.

War, however, has different effects upon different people. Some take the easy road, while others face up to who they really are and make sacrifices with their very lives.

Much of the film takes place in the dank, dark sewers of Lviv and we are privy to the horrendous conditions the Jews must live in order to survive. While we follow Socha's adventures above ground, life for the Jews is presented in clear juxtaposition.

Here is where David F. Shamoon's screenplay adaptation of Robert Marshall's book really shines. Given the number of characters, above and below ground that must be juggled, he presents a series of evocative portraits on both sides of the divide. Above ground, not everyone is a villain, whilst below ground, not everyone is a saint. The screenplay provides humanity with a layered dramatic resonance.

The fine script allows for a flawless cast to deliver a series of performances that will burn in your memory long after seeing the film. Holland's direction is precise and classical. She doesn't miss any dramatic beats and it's finally a movie that never lets up - it's compelling, surprising, shocking and finally, profoundly moving from beginning to end.

I have one major quibble, however. I will admit that it would probably not even be a problem if I was NOT of Ukrainian heritage, but luckily I am, because it allowed me to pinpoint a missing political element that might well have added an even deeper layer to this fine film.

Here's the problem, as I see it. The city of Lviv was, prior to the Nazis marching in, already an occupied city. Poland had claimed a huge portion of Western Ukraine as its own and parachuted (so to speak) huge numbers of Polish citizens to populate and run the city. Many Ukrainians were forced out and eventually settled in outlying areas of the Oblast. Being in the midst of researching my own family tree, I have discovered that a great many of my blood ancestors were driven out of Lviv by the Poles. Ironically, many of them formed their own village which also bore my surname. The village was subsequently destroyed by the Poles when they decided to build a dam and flood the whole village. From there, my ancestors split up and settled even further West in and around Ternopil.

I have to admit that in light of this research I was troubled that the script ignored the fact that this "Polish" city was, in fact, already an occupied city prior to the Nazis. I was further disturbed that the only Ukrainian character in the tale was portrayed as a vile Jew-hating pig who doesn't collaborate with the Nazis for the usual reasons Ukrainians collaborated (many were duped into believing the Nazis would be their liberators from both Polish and Russian oppression). These are issues of ethnocentric ignorance that are hurtful, but let's cast them aside for a moment and think about this otherwise compelling story if it had added the element of Poles being an occupying force to begin with who were, in turn occupied. From a narrative standpoint, I'd argue this might have made the piece far more interesting and added an additional layer of complexity to one in which the filmmakers do not present easy Hollywood-style answers to the dilemmas facing all the characters.

It's the fact that the screenplay so diligently creates drama and conflict by presenting a myriad of complexities within the characters that it disappoints me the film did not take the time or effort to explore this avenue also.

This will no doubt be seen as an easily dismissed and biased quibble, but the fact remains that World War II and the Holocaust are fraught with horrendous sufferings and issues that are not black and white.

Some biases, it seems, are acceptable, while others are not.

The bottom line though, is that it's a terrific film. That said, even great pictures have potential to be greater and I believe my "bias" might well have improved the tale considerably.

"In Darkness", 2011 Oscar nominee for Best Foreign Language Film is currently in theatrical release and now playing in Canada via Mongrel Media.