Response –
Schindler’s List
Annie Kominek
One of the shows
I frequently watch and love, a comedy called 30 Rock, has a character named Tracy Jordan. He is an actor (an
actor on a TV show playing an actor on a TV show) and is trying to EGOT, which
means he’ll get an Emmy, Grammy, Oscar and Tony. For his Oscar, he tries
multiple ways, but ends up winning the Oscar for a movie called Hard to Watch. I’m not sure of the plot
of the movie, but it basically has death, sadness, loss, and everything sad and
awful that you can think of scrunched into one movie. If there is ever a
real-life version of the movie Hard to
Watch, it would be Schindler’s List.
Oskar Schindler
started out this long and terrifyingly beautiful movie as a man just looking to
make a buck. As the war progressed and he built a relationship with Amon Goeth,
the Commandant of the Płaszów work camp, Schindler began to feel horror
at the world around him. Just like Vladek Spiegelman, Oskar Schindler used his
business savvy as a way to convince and manipulate Goeth. Under the guise of
working for Nazi war machine, Schindler was actually working against it and
saved the lives of 1,200 Jews right under Goeth’s nose.
Schindler’s List is a movie that I can only watch if I
spread it out over several sittings. Being of strictly Polish descent, the
German occupation of Poland is a part of my own family history, and can
sometimes upset me greatly. While my family were not Jews themselves, they were
affected (as was every Pole) by the war. This makes me a bit extra sensitive
perhaps to certain things relating to WWII. Either that or I am just a baby,
because I had tears falling down my face for at least half of the movie
(especially at the most poignant moments).
Schindler’s face
as he saw the little girl in the red coat, dead in a wheelbarrow to be burned,
caused me to burst into tears. It is easy to remove oneself from these events
as you know in your head This is just a
movie, but you also know in your head that This actually freaking happened. Once I get to the moment when I
realize that yes, this is fake, but it is a recreation of something true, my heart seizes and I can’t keep
myself from feeling it as if it was really happening before my eyes.
Spielberg’s use
of the black and white also helped sell this fact. To those of us who never
lived through it, we have only seen the events and atrocities of WWII in black
and white. To us, everything before ~1970 was
black and white. Filming like this marries the pictures of the real atrocities
of the war to the pictures and film itself. When looking at Amon Goeth in real
life through photographs, it looks so similar to the Goeth from the film
(especially the scenery and setting) that it is hard to differentiate the two.
This is brilliant on Spielberg’s part, in that he filmed to bring us back to
that time, and the only color is sparse and grainy as well.
For me, the
hardest part of the film was the scene where the children were being driven out
of Płaszów. Spielberg sets us up for this in
such a horrible way: first, we witness people being shoved onto trains,
following our “main characters” within the camp. Next, Spielberg shows us the
extreme relief of the women that were kept at Płaszów and not loaded away
(to Auschwitz, if I remember correctly). We feel that relief with them. We feel
how happy they are to remain at the “good” camp, where they know the rules and
everything is familiar. After that, we hear the song playing on the radio, and
the children singing… and being marched… and loaded onto trucks. The screaming
and terror in the women’s eyes broke my heart, and I can only imagine if
someone was trying to take my nephews away from me. I would have screamed and
cried and chased them down just like the women in the movie did. That was one of
the strongest moments for me in the entire film.
There are countless other things I would
talk about, but I’m getting up to 800 words, so I will just end it with two
things:
Did anybody else notice that at the end,
when we were watching Schindler’s Jews put the stones on Schindler’s grave, that
the child with Olek Rosner looked just like the little kid that played Olek
Rosner himself in the movie? I couldn’t find any evidence to support this, but
that would be an amazing thing if a descendant actually got to play in the
film.
And also:
Dziękuję, Oskar Schindler. You were an amazing man.
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