A
version of this review appeared in The
Age,
July 26, 2012.
A
kind of proletarian answer to Schindler's List,
this admirable German-Polish-Canadian co-production tells the
true story of Leopold Socha (Robert Wieckiewicz), a Polish sewer
worker who helped a group of Jews survive underground – literally –
during the Second World War. It sounds like an uplifting subject, but
the veteran Polish director Agnieszka Holland makes the most of an
extended running time to ensure we get a full dose of pain and horror
along the way.
Like
Roman Polanski, Holland belongs to a tradition of film realism that
is less concerned with documentary truth than with leaving the
strongest possible impression on the senses. The scene of flight into
the sewers effectively uses handheld camerawork to plunge us into the
midst of a chaotic nightmare. There's a grim beauty to many of the
later images of scared faces staring out of the dark, accompanied by
gurgling water and the scratching of rats.
The
film does not entirely transcend dramatic formula: David F. Shamoon's
script has its share of contrivances, and Michal Zurawski as a
suspicious Ukranian official is essentially a cartoon villain. Still,
Holland strives to avoid sentimentality for as long as she can. Like
Polanski in The Pianist, she focuses firstly on the practical
challenges of survival under extreme circumstances, secondly on the
moral ironies that result. The Socha of the film is a reluctant hero,
initially motivated by cash rather than fellow feeling; when he does
have a change of heart, it comes at a terrible price.

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