Saturday, 11 February 2012

Fingers and Touch

The Pianist. 

Nostalgic, based on a true story of Wladyslaw Szpilman, a Jewish pianist who's life started as any other man. A happy lad, surrounded with family and passion for music.

The movie is a memoir on how the Jews in German were almost wipe out by the Nazis. Reading through the background of the Nazis give me a perception that Nazis are nothing but flesh eating human being that tasted for the destruction of not only the Jews but humanity itself.

Before even watching the movie, my mind was set that I somehow pity the Jews and damned the Nazis. The movie itself took me into a terrifying journey of being a fugitive, running for the sake of religion. 

Music can tame the wildest beast. Yes, that is true.

The Pianist for me was not only about the survival, the death of the Jews or the cruelty of the Nazis. 

What caught my attention the most was the music.

Humanity in human was restored in this single scene where Wladyslaw Szpilman was asked by the German Officer, Wilm to play him a song for him. The German Officer was faced with guilt and call of duty when he encounter Szpilman. 

He then hid Szpilman, bringing him food and providing warm cloth. Something opposite from what the institution of Nazis are built. I saw a spark of friendship, yet the feeling of being guilty and sorry towards Szpilman from the officer.

Music had reunite them and saved Szpilman's life. 

Fingers and touch and a piano. The faith on humanity is restored in just a single scene. 

You might see evil when you close your eyes.

I came to understand why the holocaust happened.

An order was given and an unwilling heart was stuck between a duty and humanity.

Nazis are just following orders.

They are not much different from any of us who life by the rule.

The only thing that differentiates us is we did not kill.