There’s clearly a passionate investment on Wajda’s part in the subject matter: the chaos in a concentration camp after its liberation by the Americans; the highs and lows of human behaviour; the romantic commitment to the soil of Poland. But sylistically, the film is an absolute mess, the worst, most irritating kind of zoom-heavy early-seventies “expressionist” camera work.
by Ian Johnston | Source: Vanguard DVD
23 May 2006 1:16 PM | Submit Comment