“Without Warsaw we are not the same. As if we missed an arm”
Watched this film exactly 81 years since VE Day on 8th May 1945.
Wajda’s tragic portrayal of a Poland that has survived the war only to lose its soul in the process. A devastating reflection on the futility of violence and the heartbreak of realising that the end of one war has immediately led to another.
Maciek embodies an entire generation of Polish youth whose lives and identities were centred around killing. He is the diamond, the courage the sacrifice of a generation now reduced to ashes in a postwar world with no place left for its heroes.
And once he finally wants to stop fighting and live a normal life, he is already too far gone. History has no more use for him now that the war is over.
Such a beautiful yet harrowing film. One that resonates deeply within my heart. I can see why it remains one of Scorsese’s favourite and most admired films.
“Without Warsaw we are not the same. As if we missed an arm”
Watched this film exactly 81 years since VE Day on 8th May 1945.
Wajda’s tragic portrayal of a Poland that has survived the war only to lose its soul in the process. A devastating reflection on the futility of violence and the heartbreak of realising that the end of one war has immediately led to another.
Maciek embodies an entire generation of Polish youth whose lives and identities were centred around killing. He is the diamond, the courage the sacrifice of a generation now reduced to ashes in a postwar world with no place left for its heroes.
And once he finally wants to stop fighting and live a normal life, he is already too far gone. History has no more use for him now that the war is over.
Such a beautiful yet harrowing film. One that resonates deeply within my heart. I can see why it remains one of Scorsese’s favourite and most admired films.
