I'm certain you all have your favourite movies that you regularly go back to, usually for no apparent reason. I love going back to The Eagles Only, the first movie I've always seen, to The Godfather, Schindler's Letters, and Ryan's Private. From Polish films I am druggically attached to "The Man of marble" and "The Man of iron" of Wajda. It's not even about the artistic value of these films, but about their sentimental value to me.
A fewer days ago, I came across "The Man of marble" on tv for the nth time and I had to watch it for the nth time. The movie is about Mateusz Birkut, a character of socialist work, who got his full life in d***, due to the fact that the arrogant slogans of socialism took seriously and literally, meaning completely different from the organization that invented and preached them.
I watched the film, reasoning about the values of our era and the hero it puts on a pedestal.
Birkut, of course, was unlucky due to his literalness, but was surrounded by luck. After all, not all Janda is shooting a documentary, and Wajda is making a feature film. Most idealists live and die in silence without any honors and no satisfaction for their attitude. In fact, in a logical way, since they act as they do, not for something, but for principles. Ideals die in silence. They usually win in silence, too. The nobleness of the actual must be somewhat discreet.
A Hopeless Man
I was reasoning about all this in the context of our presidential elections, where Karol Nawrocki grew up to be a circumstantial star.
As we remember, already from "The Man of Iron", Matthew Birkut died in December 1970. "The man of marble" ends – this is simply a question of Wajda's superb instinct – close Gdańsk Shipyard, where we see Matthew's son, Maciek Tomczyk, who inherited not only the scratches from his father, but besides the nature of the idealist-rebelialist, who takes all of this bloody socialism seriously, too, until he concludes that in the name of socialism 1 must fight socialism.
Tomczyk, like Birkut, besides gets in d***, although in August 1980, he, a man of iron, wins. However, in the strike itself, he already plays an epidural role, due to the fact that here comes a mustached individual with a rosary on his chest. In another episode of Wajda's national sequel, Mr. Lech is already "The Man of Hope".
Three years after the strike, in Gdańsk, where Birkut is killed, Tomczyk fights and wins the Wales strike, Karolek Nawrocki is born, who 42 years later will become a presidential candidate. Karolek, as Tomczyk is happy to talk about, comes from a working family, although not with working circles, first he is associated. His social ellipse is gangs, evasive, neo-Nazi, goalkeepers, and pimps. So, in short, lowlifes.
Karolek presented himself to Poland as a guest not peculiarly smart, who knows little, thinks nothing, clumps slogans, runs and makes pushups. So it is in all sense a character who in a cultural sense would be Andrzej Wajda a stranger, the stranger, the more Wajda would know about the smart guy who cold-crossed and deprived a sick man's apartment.
Thanks to a man who has been a colleague of Mr Andrzej's in the legislature since 1989, however, Karolek became a presidential candidate, who, by representing the country's largest political party, has a large chance of making a second circular presidential election, that is, doing something objectively stratosphere, which Birkut and Tomczyk could not dream of.
Not only due to the fact that in their time we did not have presidential elections in Poland, but what Wałęsa achieved only due to the fact that for a decade he was the leader of most likely the largest social movement in the past of the world, which led Poland to freedom.
Charles, according to the criteria of Wajda and those that were in his social circle, is simply a very mediocre man. But I do not regulation out that this is what could attract Wajda's attention and make him think that this poor, pathetic figure could be a vehicle to carry out narratives about the modern planet and contemporary Poland.
Of course, there would be a fast dilemma, which would be the man who is the kind of successor of people made of marble, iron and hope. Sitting with Mr.Andrei, possibly I would have given him the thought that he should be Charles simply "a man with g****", but knowing Mr.Andrei and his wife Krystyna Zachwatowicz, without whom he made no crucial decision, the proposal would have been rejected. The Wajds would not agree to either g*** or dung.
So it would most likely stand on any "man of hopelessness", which I think is simply a literaryly mediocre title, but it would not at least insult our visual witch, as I call Vada.
A communicative of a Żoliborian intellectual more interesting?
The question is, of course, whether the movie should truly be about Nawrock-Batyr, or whether it should be about his promoter from Novgorod, without whom we would most likely not really know about the existence of a gangmate.
Maybe the communicative of a Żoliborian intellectual who became the chief nihilist of the country is more interesting than the communicative of his blunt and wooden protege. Whether Pinocchio is more interesting in general, whether Geppetto is more important, whether the axe is more crucial or Raskolników – that is the question.
The communicative of Kaczyński and the degeneration and depravity of this power addict is more interesting to me. Although the camera would most likely gotta circulate between the building in Nowogrodzka, where the president plans to install a troglodyta in the presidential palace, and the gym, where the troglodyta dedicates itself to his favourite activities.
On the way, we might have an answer to the question of what, in the fresh version of the frozen Edek, fascinated your president – muscles, deficiency of scruples or murmuring, full of hooks, the past, giving the demiurgian of Novgorod the chance to control the fresh president on a larger scale than in the case of the entrenched in the palace of the current stag, by a large part of the nation called ruthlessly d****.
Anyway, Wajda would have had a chance to have a work that would have been staged without opportunities specified as the Nowa Huta and Lenin Shipyard built in Stalinist times with its cranes, but dramatically and narratively the possible would have been huge, if only it had not made the script by trying to transcend an attractive reality.
Of course, the movie will not be made, due to the fact that Mr.Andrei is no longer with us, from which I will besides not get the part he promised me in any film. But I don't regulation out that in a small while specified a movie will be made. possibly it's art.
Anyway, alternatively of guessing, I'm just gonna talk about this thought with my neighbor, the fresh manager of our national scene, John Klata. The cage, virtually on the eve of the election of October 15, exhibited "Deliverance", for Poland, as all of our intelligent ones, are ill, and for the stories about Kaczyński and Nawrocki-Batyr, the scene of the National Theatre seems worthy and appropriate.
