I don't want to define it as the Polish version of "Fang Hua", but prefer to call it the Cold War version of "Sweet Honey".
The "Cold War" has two sides as a whole. There are the grand duel of the political camp in a special era, and the endless individual emotional struggle between the hero and the heroine in the totalitarian crevice. They cherish each other and waste each other.
Condensed and precise black-and-white images, deep infatuation between clinging to exile. When Wiktor asked Zula why he didn’t sneak into West Germany with him, Zula said, “I’m afraid I will fail.” The erosion and binding of ideology on the individual led to the ups and downs of mourning that has always been in love, but since then, the love and killings have all It is struggling to climb in the shadows and misses. It wasn't until "how many windows and hotels I've stayed in, that the separation was not unjustified" until "wandering about a few double beds and changing beliefs a few times before letting the ring exchange without hesitation."
At this point, you will find that the director used his pen to engrave the monument of individual fate under the horn of the Cold War.
In the end, the two sit quietly in the wilderness. Wiktor said, "Come over there, the scenery on that side is better." Maybe they finally understand that they have tossed and hurt and searched for punishment for many years, but they finally found the "temperature just right" moment in their lives. Throughout the tense confrontation of the Cold War world, I found the gentle cracks where this life's hard work was laid, so as to comfort them for the waste of the times, and to comfort themselves for the waste of each other.
This is the most poetic stroke in the whole film. I think the poem should be Akhmatova's "We Will Not Say Goodbye".
We two won't say goodbye
Walk side by side endlessly.
It's already dusk,
You are meditating, but I am silent.
We both walked into the church and saw
Prayer, baptism, marriage,
We two walked out without looking at each other
Why didn't the two of us do this?
The two of us came to the cemetery,
Sitting on the snow and sighing softly,
You draw the palace with wooden sticks,
We will live there forever in the future.
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