Concert of Requests

Sparks and glimpses - hollowly so - of what’s to come, all buried beneath a display of dull, uninspired filmmaking. The only saving grace is the music, which isn’t even his doing, and that snot-nosed venue he’s working with does him no favours either. The girl as a bargaining-chip is just weird and pretentious in the same way the waining man with glasses is. And while failing in symbolic language, it those impose questions of power and autonomy, and while it may not exhibit Kieslowski’s infamous technical polish or dexterity of later (or even previous😫) works, it does (I guess) provide a somewhat valuable insight into his early exploration of social themes and human behaviour, which would go on to define most of his later career. It really does makes you question though; was this really the same guy who brought us the Colors trilogy 25 years later.

Or perhaps it’s a masked time traveler from the future, eager to make his first short film, but tragically aware of his own limitations. So he impersonates our very own dear Mr. Kieslowski - but only by name, not by talent - fully aware of the man’s future genius that will one day blossom for the rest of the audience to behold. This is to cement himself and his bad short in the history books, to never be forgotten despite this impostor’s clear lack of quality. After all, he knows Kieslowski will never be forgotten, so he takes on the name for his short film - so in reality, it’s actually not even Kieslowski’s short, it’s a bad impersonator, a clown of a filmmaker - no actually scratch that, at least a film directed by a clown would be entertaining to watch, this is bordering torture. So now in reality, we’re all good. And in my mind, he still hasn’t made anything bad, his flawless catalogue persists yet another short film. (Sheesh, maybe I should start writing Kieslowski fanfics.)

Back to reality though😒 Kieslowski might be the perfect example of blind determination and hard work, succumbing not to a lack of talent, but to a very specific, niche amount of it. He’s very much so, broadening his craft at his own pace - short by short - even if this voiceless piece of work feels more like a step back if anything. Especially compared to his other, otherwise impressive short films outings, up until this point.

Sparks and glimpses - hollowly so - of what’s to come, all buried beneath a display of dull, uninspired filmmaking. The only saving grace is the music, which isn’t even his doing, and that snot-nosed venue he’s working with does him no favours either. The girl as a bargaining-chip is just weird and pretentious in the same way the waining man with glasses is. And while failing in symbolic language, it those impose questions of power and autonomy, and while it may not exhibit Kieslowski’s infamous technical polish or dexterity of later (or even previous😫) works, it does (I guess) provide a somewhat valuable insight into his early exploration of social themes and human behaviour, which would go on to define most of his later career. It really does makes you question though; was this really the same guy who brought us the Colors trilogy 25 years later.

Or perhaps it’s a masked time traveler from the future, eager to make his first short film, but tragically aware of his own limitations. So he impersonates our very own dear Mr. Kieslowski - but only by name, not by talent - fully aware of the man’s future genius that will one day blossom for the rest of the audience to behold. This is to cement himself and his bad short in the history books, to never be forgotten despite this impostor’s clear lack of quality. After all, he knows Kieslowski will never be forgotten, so he takes on the name for his short film - so in reality, it’s actually not even Kieslowski’s short, it’s a bad impersonator, a clown of a filmmaker - no actually scratch that, at least a film directed by a clown would be entertaining to watch, this is bordering torture. So now in reality, we’re all good. And in my mind, he still hasn’t made anything bad, his flawless catalogue persists yet another short film. (Sheesh, maybe I should start writing Kieslowski fanfics.)

Back to reality though😒 Kieslowski might be the perfect example of blind determination and hard work, succumbing not to a lack of talent, but to a very specific, niche amount of it. He’s very much so, broadening his craft at his own pace - short by short - even if this voiceless piece of work feels more like a step back if anything. Especially compared to his other, otherwise impressive short films outings, up until this point.

I liked the song.

I liked the song.

Nice soundtrack

Nice soundtrack