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Exclusive: Władysław Szpilman: Beauty in the Midst of Misery
Posted on Thursday, March 09 @ 13:38:03 PST by Virgil Vaduva |
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by Virgil Vaduva I have never seen the act of playing piano as something difficult to do, in fact I have always considered it an easy thing to perform and believed that success is rooted in a very simple principle: the more you practice, the better you are at it. What is difficult as a pianist however is not replicating the sounds and notes written on paper; rather the most difficult thing to do is to capture the soul and feelings of the composer and be able to transfer those feelings to the audience through the way you play music; and when Szpilman’s performance of Chopin’s Nocturne in C sharp minor in the desolate ghetto of Warsaw brings tears to ones eyes, you know The Pianist has succeeded as a film.
As I happened to aimlessly browse through the countless satellite TV channels, I noticed The Pianist was coming on and decided to finally watch this movie. I knew that The Pianist has received many awards, but I never actually looked into the topic of the movie and what it was all about. While the title may be misleading, the movie has little to do with playing the piano and much more to do with succeeding in face of persecution, misery and disaster. In many ways, the general tone of The Pianist rang a true and familiar note with me. When I was in the middle of studying piano in Romania, the country was going through its worst years of communism. I vividly remember going to practice at the Artisan School in the dead of the winter and being able to practice only a few minutes at a time because the building was unheated and the piano was frozen solid and out-of-tune because of the wild temperature variations inside the school. But somehow in a weird and strange way Chopin and Bach always made the cold fade away to a distant corner and made the grey winter days bright, and communism inconsequential and unimportant. How or why? I have no clue.

Adrien Brody as Wladyslaw Szpilman in The Pianist. |
Władysław Szpilman was a Jewish pianist living in Poland and working for the Polish radio in Warsaw before World War II. After the German invasion of Poland, many Polish cities were transformed into ghettos, and Szpilman managed to stay in Warsaw and barely survived from one hiding place to another while eating scraps of food and old potatoes. Remaining locked inside small apartments for months at a time, he often had to pretend to be playing piano in order to keep his sanity.
While I do not want to give away the ending of the movie for those who have not yet watched it, Szpilman managed to survive and become one of Poland’s most famous pianists. The movie is a powerful statement of success and survival against all odds. Szpilman almost died from starvation, sickness and was even shot once or twice by both Germans and Russians. But what is even more powerful is Szpilman’s relentless reminder of who he was: a pianist able to create beauty and magic in the midst of the ghetto’s misery and suffering. The Germans could not get to and destroy what was inside him and indeed, Szpilman was more than his body, was his music and dedication to it. In fact, one of the most powerful scenes of the movie was the beautiful Nocturne in C sharp minor being played by Szpilman after not touching a piano for almost three years; all this in the dead of the Polish winter, with a German officer standing next to him and with death and desolation all around him.
In 1945, Władysław Szpilman wrote a memoir about his adventures in Warsaw, but the Communist government did not permit a wide distribution of the book. It was not until 1998 when his book was reprinted in German as Das wunderbare Überleben and in English as The Pianist. It was finally made into a movie in 2002 by Roman Polański.
If you have not seen The Pianist, make it your next movie. It is powerful, moving and motivating. And perhaps it will help you see beauty in everything, even in the midst of misery, be it the Warsaw ghetto or the other unseen ghettos many of us live in every day.
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Re: Władysław Szpilman: Beauty in the Midst of Misery (Score: 1)
by Flakinde on Thursday, March 09 @ 15:05:57 PST (User Info | Send a Message) | You play the piano? Wow! Me too! We should jam some time!
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