In the silent darkness, sitting in front of the screen, constantly turning the timeline back to the beginning of the last piano song, immersed in Spearman's music.
I heard fear from despair, sadness from fear, peace from sadness, relief from calm, joy from relief, and peace from joy.
Polanski wrote a prose poem that allows us to experience a kind of beauty in a terrible story. It is not the beauty of Poland in gunfire, the beauty of death in the killing of Jews, or the protection of Spearman by German officers. The beauty of goodwill is only the sound of Spearman's piano and the beauty of music.
In the video in front of him, there are close-ups of Spearman's hands, happily hitting the black and white keys. I don't know if he is sleeping in a dream now, but only uses a musical intuition to make his fingers dance. Or sweating profusely, staring straight at the keyboard, eyes quickly moving with fingers, taking music as a catharsis, turning the eyes of relatives, the touch of a girl who secretly loves, and the breath of a German military officer when sitting still into notes. , In the meticulously concocted a time record that conveys memories and perceptions.
I held my breath when he put the chair in front of the window and stepped back to the door to prepare for a run-up; when he opened the piano in the apartment and played music in the air, I closed my eyes slightly, as if I saw a ghost in music .
To be honest, there is no piano music 70% of the time of the movie. I watched those brutal and crazy, and my heart was full of curses and pain. I even forgot the name of the movie "The Pianist", but I was a disheveled Spearman. When I played it in a dilapidated room, the tension contained in the sound felt the tacit understanding of the two people who entered the music hall together for some absurd reason during the war. At that time, I understood that this piece is Bounce to all the lives that have disappeared or survived in the crazy years of war, bounce to the only remaining reason and kindness, and bounce to a deep and bottomless artistic power.
Beauty, singing in the air above the keys.
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