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I was beginning to feel bored watching The Pianist when suddenly Thomas Kretschmann showed up as Captain Wilm Hosenfeld and I was kinilig to the pepe and everywhere at nalaglag sa kinahihigaan ko!!!!  Tangina ang gwapo!!!! As in sundalong sundalo ang tindig ni papa!!!! Whaaaaaa!!! At dahil jan, sya ang best actor in this movie. Choz. Seriously, he was just in the movie for about, what, 15 minutes(?) but I liked his performance more than Adrien Brody's. Don't get me wrong, Brody was great in this movie. His performance was touching and moving, but I had a problem with his character development, and this is maybe the only flaw I can find in this movie. Brody as Wladyslaw Szpilman, who was a renowned pianist in Poland, was supposed to be passionate about his craft, but I didn't feel that. Except for a very touching scene in the latter part of the movie (the one where he was playing in a radio station post war), the earlier part of the film didn't show that. As a result, I was able to connect to his character as a human, but I was unable to get through his suffering as a musician, which is what this movie is supposed to be about.  To make my point, I'd like to compare The Pianist to one of my favorite movies, The Piano. Ada, wonderfully played by Holly Hunter, was passionate to the point of being obsessed about her piano, and I saw that. I felt that. I can't say I felt the same about Szpilman. Kretschmann, on the other hand, played his character very subtlety and yet very moving that everytime he's on screen, all of his 15 minutes, you can feel his sadness. I love this particular scene where he was just signing these documents, but you can feel his emptiness and helplessness--- that deep inside him, there's a battle between nobility and his profession. I love that. The only other actor who had that effect on me was Julliane Moore in The Hours. The Pianist is a good film, dragging in some parts, but nonetheless moving and painful. If especially loved the irony that the last one who helped Szpilman, a Jew, was Kretschmann, a German. *sigh* Life is full of ironies.
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