The Pianist

For starters, I really wish I hadn't just cut all my hair off because then I would be several inches closer to having hair like Adrien Brody.
Adrianna and I have been meaning to watch this movie for several months, but this is one of those "things come up" situations where we never get around to it. Well, we fianlly did get around to it, and I'm glad we did, but aside from the hair I'm not sure where to begin with this so I'm rambling away.
I give this movie a hearty recommendation, even though I'm probably the last person in the free world who hasn't seen it. I suppose I should mention the one touch that I was most tickeled by and that would be the can of pickels that he finds while wandering around the ruins. I loved the little character touch, the sense of desperatism, that is displayed by his interactions with the can. He has reached a level of such dispair that the sheer possibility of food is all that matters to him. I love when the German officer is asking him questions and, when asked what he's gdoing, he responds "Trying to open this can." No plea for pitty, or begging for his life, because that no longer matters. Just trying to open this can so I can eat. Otehrwise I'm forefit anyway. Yah, I really can't infuse the description with the same charm as the moment.

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