Wladyslaw Szpilman "The Pianist" perf. by Peter Guinness and Mikhail Rudy
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- Опубликовано: 19 янв 2011
- www.szpilman.net Reading from the book :"The Pianist" by Wladyslaw Szpilman, Orion London 1998, and St.Martin Press new York 1998. Excerpts Performed by Peter Guinness and Mikhail Rudy - piano. Manchester International Festival Director - Neil Bartlett
The Times,
June 20, 2009
The Pianist at the Royal Exchange, Manchester: theatre review
Benedict Nightingale
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Surely it's salutory to be reminded that, compared with the sufferings of other people in other countries in the relatively recent past, our current woes are about as terrible as Eeyore's burst balloon. Certainly, it's impossible to emerge from Neil Bartlett's production of The Pianist, which transforms Wladyslaw Szpilman's memories of life, half-life and death in the Warsaw Ghetto into a monologue with music, without feeling that most of us know little or nothing about atrocity, loss, danger, endurance, resilience and survival.
Bartlett's production opens with a noise that prepares us for what follows: a blend of music, the rumble of invading tanks, the screech of trains on tracks. Then two black-clad performers appear, each representing the title character. Peter Guinness is Szpilman the narrator, prowling a stage that's bare but for a piano and telling us his story in a voice that's quiet, unsensational yet incisive. Mikhail Rudy is Szpilman the musician, still except for his hands, which range the keyboard as he expresses the minor-key grief, major-key dreaminess and each-key fever that characterise so many of Chopin's preludes.
If you've seen Polanski's Pianist, you'll know the story, yet the simplicity and intimacy of the Royal Exchange's theatre-in-the-round gives it a new immediacy. You're back there in the Polish 1940s as Szpilman tinkles the ivories for profiteers and tarts, passes more and more corpses as he walks home, cradles the screaming, dying boy scavenger whose spine was smashed by a guard as he smuggled food through the wall, listens to the wails of the mother who has smothered her baby rather than reveal its whereabouts, joins the crowds waiting to be transported to Treblinka, and sees his father forlornly trying to smile a goodbye as he, Szpilman, somehow escapes. Escapes into the attic and, fearing discovery, on to the roof of a shattered and often freezing building.
What kept him alive for years? Obviously, his forays into the night in search of food. Equally clearly, his defiant will. Also, the power of art, since he spent his days trying to memorise every bar he had played and every book he had read. And the German officer who discovers him, learns that he's a Jew, tells him that he is ashamed of his country, brings him food and the military overcoat that, ironically, gets him mistaken for an enemy and almost shot by his fellow Poles as he stumbles into the daylight of liberated Warsaw.
"If you and I have survived this far, it's God's will we live," declares the German. You'd have to be a pretty hard-line atheist not to agree or, at least, be deeply moved. 
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This is so perfect, thank you for uploading.
absolutely beautiful retelling!
The world is improving and we are all together. All of us.
FASCINANTE !!!!
Oliver Quintero .
hermoso
quien traduce .... por favor
is this a book? this is so descriptive, i can honestly picture the scene while he's speaking.
I believe its an extract from Wladyslaw Szpilman's autobiography, The Pianist
quien sera el loco ANIMAL-Bestia que puso "no me gusta" en algo tan hermoso como esto.
But if we don't know history how can we improve.
@poconagean solo puede ser un animal y en este caso ya van dos animales..no hay órgano auditivo, o una incultura alucinante.
señores el es judio descendiente de israel solo lo mejor apreciemolo!!
....Piano's Sounds..: Piano speaks from or by human heart..; Violin's Sounds : Violin...Violin speaks from or by human soul..! Heart and Soul : a Spirit of God's Eternity...(Beba)