[Who starts his day by skipping BF & watching this instead? Sucker is hurt up in his dome mosdef] Sharpening my box-cutter as we speak. This is oh so killer and hurtful. You think all about love is already sung, written, acted, painted and shot? Nein. Paweł shows it ain't. THAT ending: 'let's go here instead better view' cut to black. Actually thought (hoped for is the word) those pills wouldn't be death mints:wrong▽
COLD WAR is a remarkable film. About which I have questions. Those insisting that it and IDA prize style over content would appear to set content entirely aside in order to sneer at the style. News flash: everyone and everything is a style, a way. Pawlikowski seems to presence God and History, framing the Particular in terms of the Universal. The structure of COLD WAR feels ecstatic and fresh. Austere yet vitalizing.
Digital. His previous film was artsy, this is narrative's art, the black-and-white does not advance nor delay, is just a lie, like Garrel's last films, though much loved by the filmmaker's congregation. The last frame, the film's best one, is revealing of something: in digital, the background landscape seems projected in a transparency behind the actors which corroborates my opinion about this support's platitude.
A film with Brechtian characterisation, yet also managing to challenge both Eastern and Western block post-war ideologies (represented by Poland and France respectively). The characters are in themselves analogies of the European context of the Cold War era, driven to decay by the austere undercurrents. Cinematography is divine, Pawlikowski's auteur signature is developing and the film's intentional bathos resounds.
Other than what the title indicates, a tale of love. How the strictures of living in Communist-bloc, postwar Poland stifle it. How the cosmopolitanism & libertarianism flourishing west of the Iron Curtain tests its mettle. Between the potential of an ideological, geopolitcal sweep & of an itinerant but generic love-against-all, it chooses the latter. No wonder it feels small & hollow alongside a description on paper.
Pawlikoski with little dialogues and loads of music photographs small glimpses of life, often months or years apart from each other. It's like going through an old family photo album where the photographer is Robert Doisneau. "Cold War" is a love song. At times warm and idyllic and at time sad and melancholic, but like any love song, it will end with silence. After which you can only applaud.