I feel like this film.
Every day.
But it might as well be today.
Trudging through excrement.
There is no kindly way to put it.
War.
I do not know.
Resistance.
I do.
Give me that wedding ring.
No thing of value will perish with you.
It is hard to keep your thoughts clear in a sewer.
Surely lighting a match is unadvisable.
But we only know the Merry Christmas war.
Shitter’s full.
The miserables.
Henry Miller may have imagined it too late.
As Robert Schumann said, you must only think of a melody and write it down.
Or remember a melody that no one else has remembered.
I don’t know.
It’s hard to think down here.
With these fumes.
Starved for oxygen.
But we have a real story.
Teresa Iżewska is all but forgotten in the English-speaking world.
What a shame.
Because she conjures a dying palliative.
Don’t open your eyes, Saul.
Let me describe it to you.
There is a Bechstein piano with the left front leg missing.
Kissing the ground.
And the composer goes to work.
The focal point of our story.
Władysław Sheybal or Vladek Sheybal.
He brings the movie to life along with director Andrzej Wajda.
Yes, I fell in love with Polish films because of Popiół i diament.
And now we come to Kanał.
The sewer. Sewers. Dante. Hell.
“Piano music should only be written for the Bechstein.” –Claude Debussy
But did he say it in English?
Surely not Polish.
And so we celebrate our heroes now in our resistance.
Andreas von Bülow, for instance.
And we turn our ear to the acoustics of this torture chamber.
Thanks to Hans von Bülow.
You probably know Sheybal (if at all) as Kronsteen of From Russia with Love.
Yes, the early Bond films had credibility. Class.
Goldfinger employed Gert Fröbe (whom I should have mentioned for his small-yet-comedic role in Mr. Arkadin).
And now we still have great actors in the Bond films…Daniel Craig (yes, I believe he’s truly special), Jesper Christensen (an acting god!), Ralph Fiennes (another holy)…even Ben Whishaw when he doesn’t have shite lines.
And who doesn’t love Léa Seydoux?
But to this formidable ensemble was added the raw sewage/faux talent of Christoph Waltz.
Likewise, John Logan, Neal Purvis, Robert Wade, Jez Butterworth…these four fell far short of the mark in Spectre that Jerzy Stefan Stawiński set with Kanał.
I mention Spectre because I have been reconsidering my harsh review of it.
But, dear friends, much of my revulsion concerning Spectre remains (even after a second viewing).
On the other hand, a film literally steeped in shit (Kanał) has stood the test of time for 60 years.
ATTN: James Bond franchise (Eon Productions), Hollywood, et al.
Stop stopping at Hitchcock.
Sam Mendes.
Your rips of The Birds and North by Northwest did not go unnoticed.
But why not delve deeper into film history?
Wanna help bring down the surveillance panopticon?
Gonna have to try a lot harder than that.
The façade won’t crumble with half-assed efforts.
Start here, perhaps.
-PD
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