Pawlikowski takes a whole decade and condenses it into a dream, broken fragments of love and regret laid out to us through jazz clubs and countries crumbling from inside. Literally every shot is so controlled and gorgeous that even the empty silences feel choreographed. Joanna Kulig owns bones. I cannot wait for Fatherland.
Pawlikowski takes a whole decade and condenses it into a dream, broken fragments of love and regret laid out to us through jazz clubs and countries crumbling from inside. Literally every shot is so controlled and gorgeous that even the empty silences feel choreographed. Joanna Kulig owns bones. I cannot wait for Fatherland.
